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So, today, I'm home from college to get my wisdom teeth out. Hooray.
Everyone said "it's so painful" and, "You're going to have
chipmunk cheeks". Well, I say F**k it.
I'm telling the oral surgeon I don't want any sedation.
I want to be fully conscious and in fact I'm drinking 5 Red Bulls before I go
and I'm eating at least 10 Pixie Sticks and blasting dubstep through my iPod to stay pumped up. And after, I don't even want any painkillers.
F**k Vicodin. I don't need that shit. I'm a ******* man!
Yeah, I'm lying out my ass right now.
I'm actually quite nervous because I don't like the dentist. Then again who does?
I don't know what to expect, and the thought that
I'll be sedated and asleep while someone is digging around in my mouth
pulling out teeth is a little creepy to me. It brings memories back of
when I watched The Human Centipede.
I just want this to be over with.
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As one can see, I'm totally thrilled after having my teeth ripped out of my face.