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Gas makes the world rosey...

The dentist was a breeze.
I was so nervous, I shook and was on the verge of tears.
So I asked the nice man about some gas (nitrous oxide) and he said sure for an extra 30 bucks.
I said whatever just give it.
His assistant fit this thing that looked and felt like a clown nose with a tube attached.
At first I thought it wasn't working, and then *ding*, everything was light and airy.
I was so high that my main concern was that I thought sombody said "dookie".
I was trying so hard not to laugh.
Laughing gas is more than an appropreate name for it.
My thoughts ran a muck.
Very stream of consciousness.
It went something like this:

Oh wow the celling looks really high.
Ooh I better not laugh.
I keep rolling my eyes.
They'll think I'm crazy.
I know that's what they think.
I wonder what's Andy doing.

*snap*

Oooh that must be my tooth.
Heh, I can taste the blood.
Is that my mom (It was. She was going to the bathrooom)
Oh my god, somebody said "dookie"!

*crack*

Doctor: Ok this will feel a bit like getting a filling.
*drill*

Ooh I don't feel anything.
Stop laughing.
They know I'm laughing.
Stop rolling your eyes.
I hope they didn't notice.
Is she staring at me?
Close your eyes, then she can't tell.

*snap*

Doctor: Ok all done.

*me laughing with gauze in my mouth*

My mom laughed at me because I was so fucking loopy.
Especially because the way I explained how it went.
Which was basically:
I was all "la la la"
*crack*
Did somebody say "dookie"?
"la la la"
*crack*

I can't wait to get the rest out.