I am now four less teeth.
More fun than anyone told me it would be.
The doctor goes "hey what school do you go to?"
And I reply, and the next thing I remember is stumbling into a bed.
And the next thing I remember is hearing my dad's voice.
And the next thing I remember is getting written prescription for painkillers.
The Novocaine hasn't worn off yet, so i'm not in any pain, I just look like a chipmunk, which you can see for yourself. OH! And I got a free t-shirt out of it! Sweet Deal, right?