On echos of pain
And moving on
I get made fun of lots.
Primarily, it’s my wife who mocks me.
They’re not far behind in pointing out my every hypocracy and weakness.
It’s really quite fun.
Last week I had a tooh extracted.
It was paiful.
It was upsetting.
It was hilarious during the extraction really.
My dentist and her hygenist like to listen to oldies radio.
Frequently they sing along.
While I was lying there on giggle gas and they were attempting to wrench one of my favourite teeth from my face (what? you don’t have ‘favourite teeth’? Here’s a hint, they’re all my favourite)
Where was I?
Right. While they were attempting to wrench one of my favourite teeth from my face We are the Champtions by Queen came on.
While lying in the chair, one held the suction. The other swayed back and forth, tugging on my tooth in time to the music.
The two of them started singing along.
(and neither of them were terrible)
So, while inhaling the happy winds of nitrus oxide, I decided I need to join them.
There was a problem
(as a sensitiv…
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