Today is my birthday. I celebrated by getting my teeth drilled at 7:30 am for two hours. The whole right side of my face hurts. All I can taste is blood. That is all.
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So you’re having a “happy” birthday then?
You party animal!!!
Uhm, ick. Hope you’re doing ok.
ugh. that and Captain ‘Twitch’ Ribman. what a happy day…
Dude, what’re you bitching about? There’s people who’d give their left arm (or at least, /someone’s/ left arm) to have continual throbbing pain and the constant taste of blood. Of course, we call these people idiots, but that’s not the point.
Happy birthday! At least you have some teeth left… at your age it’s amazing :)
That’s obviously a joke. I have very little idea how old you are. Hehe.
did you at least talk the doc out of some nice vicodan for that birthday party?
Hey, isn’t that what birth feels like?
Happy birthday, Sexy Sexy Man&tm;. I’ve got some Tylenol #3’s (with codeine) if you want ’em.
The more I find out about my friends’ birthdays, the more I start believing my “one truth about astrology.”
Pisces are crazy.
[Which, erm, lets a lot of people off the hook.]