What're you doing?
Snake, I had a W.T. removed in a single session, and two more removed in another session. Both times, I got a dry socket infection in my jaw; they are the WORST! I swore it would have to be a matter of life or death to get that last one out of me. You might consider asking your dentist (or the oral surgeon) for a scrip for antibiotics and start taking them prior to your extraction. Just a thought; hope it goes well for you.
I need to have my wisdom teeth taken out. My wife told me she's against it because she doesn't want me to lose the little wisdom I erratically display on rare occasions at what is according to her never a valuable moment. I suggested that perhaps my wisdom teeth were in fact hindering my ability to display more wisdom. She went into my tool chest and grabbed my pliers.
In a similar vein, I watched a couple coming out of a dr. office the other day and head to their car. It was a Prius. He was whining, like only a metrosexual tree-hugger can, that his head was hurting because of the noise. Now, had he not made the comment about my car that immediately followed his complaint, I'd have not done anything. But when he looked at my car and said, "arrogant inbreds and their four-wheeled planet-killing monstrosities," I couldn't resist. My wife had yet to come out of the store she was in, but I started the car anyway--loudly. It startled the puss and his wife, apparently because they didn't realize I was in the car. He grabbed his ears and squinted, mouthed what looked like "**** you, you (I couldn't lip-read the rest)," and I rolled down the passenger window all the way, ran the tach to 5500 and coasted past him and his "car" and waived with a smile at him. I looked back at them from the rear view mirror and he was, not kidding, stomping his foot and pointing at me, while she was pointing at their car and shaking her head no. I left the parking lot, drove down a little ways to do a turnaround and came back. They were gone by that time, but my wife was standing on the sidewalk outside the store, looking very unimpressed. She brought this whole thing up when pointing out my lack of timely wisdom displays. LOL
In a similar vein, I watched a couple coming out of a dr. office the other day and head to their car. It was a Prius. He was whining, like only a metrosexual tree-hugger can, that his head was hurting because of the noise. Now, had he not made the comment about my car that immediately followed his complaint, I'd have not done anything. But when he looked at my car and said, "arrogant inbreds and their four-wheeled planet-killing monstrosities," I couldn't resist. My wife had yet to come out of the store she was in, but I started the car anyway--loudly. It startled the puss and his wife, apparently because they didn't realize I was in the car. He grabbed his ears and squinted, mouthed what looked like "**** you, you (I couldn't lip-read the rest)," and I rolled down the passenger window all the way, ran the tach to 5500 and coasted past him and his "car" and waived with a smile at him. I looked back at them from the rear view mirror and he was, not kidding, stomping his foot and pointing at me, while she was pointing at their car and shaking her head no. I left the parking lot, drove down a little ways to do a turnaround and came back. They were gone by that time, but my wife was standing on the sidewalk outside the store, looking very unimpressed. She brought this whole thing up when pointing out my lack of timely wisdom displays. LOL
I need to have my wisdom teeth taken out. My wife told me she's against it because she doesn't want me to lose the little wisdom I erratically display on rare occasions at what is according to her never a valuable moment. I suggested that perhaps my wisdom teeth were in fact hindering my ability to display more wisdom. She went into my tool chest and grabbed my pliers. In a similar vein, I watched a couple coming out of a dr. office the other day and head to their car. It was a Prius. He was whining, like only a metrosexual tree-hugger can, that his head was hurting because of the noise. Now, had he not made the comment about my car that immediately followed his complaint, I'd have not done anything. But when he looked at my car and said, "arrogant inbreds and their four-wheeled planet-killing monstrosities," I couldn't resist. My wife had yet to come out of the store she was in, but I started the car anyway--loudly. It startled the puss and his wife, apparently because they didn't realize I was in the car. He grabbed his ears and squinted, mouthed what looked like "**** you, you (I couldn't lip-read the rest)," and I rolled down the passenger window all the way, ran the tach to 5500 and coasted past him and his "car" and waived with a smile at him. I looked back at them from the rear view mirror and he was, not kidding, stomping his foot and pointing at me, while she was pointing at their car and shaking her head no. I left the parking lot, drove down a little ways to do a turnaround and came back. They were gone by that time, but my wife was standing on the sidewalk outside the store, looking very unimpressed. She brought this whole thing up when pointing out my lack of timely wisdom displays. LOL
I need to have my wisdom teeth taken out. My wife told me she's against it because she doesn't want me to lose the little wisdom I erratically display on rare occasions at what is according to her never a valuable moment. I suggested that perhaps my wisdom teeth were in fact hindering my ability to display more wisdom. She went into my tool chest and grabbed my pliers. In a similar vein, I watched a couple coming out of a dr. office the other day and head to their car. It was a Prius. He was whining, like only a metrosexual tree-hugger can, that his head was hurting because of the noise. Now, had he not made the comment about my car that immediately followed his complaint, I'd have not done anything. But when he looked at my car and said, "arrogant inbreds and their four-wheeled planet-killing monstrosities," I couldn't resist. My wife had yet to come out of the store she was in, but I started the car anyway--loudly. It startled the puss and his wife, apparently because they didn't realize I was in the car. He grabbed his ears and squinted, mouthed what looked like "**** you, you (I couldn't lip-read the rest)," and I rolled down the passenger window all the way, ran the tach to 5500 and coasted past him and his "car" and waived with a smile at him. I looked back at them from the rear view mirror and he was, not kidding, stomping his foot and pointing at me, while she was pointing at their car and shaking her head no. I left the parking lot, drove down a little ways to do a turnaround and came back. They were gone by that time, but my wife was standing on the sidewalk outside the store, looking very unimpressed. She brought this whole thing up when pointing out my lack of timely wisdom displays. LOL
Hahahaha. I knew I'd get a rise from all of ya
. But remember, happy wife happy life. I have to "love" it. Lol
. But remember, happy wife happy life. I have to "love" it. Lol








