my teeth
are a bit of a scientific case. When i was about 13 I had 12, yes, TWELVE extra freakteeth removed from underneath one of my milkteeth in the backish area of my mouth.

He put them all in a little tin box and gave them to me. My oh my these things are scary, like sharkteeth and sometimes just little splintertype things.
Anyway lets get to the operation shall we? 3 injections into the same general area and 45 minutes of hard labour trying to get those bastards out. They just kept coming and coming again. It didn't even hurt that much.

What DID hurt, however, was when he sewed the wound shut. Fucking hell. And then three days later he just pulled the threads out without anaesthetics! AYEEEEE i had tears rolling down my cheeks and when i got up I crashed into his toolbox knocking all his instruments of doom to the floor. his really fit assistant came running and put an open bottle of goodness knows what under my nose. That stung my nostrils so bad that it woke me up again.

I also broke my front tooth on the top row when i was 11 going down a slide headfirst in the swimming pool. It wasn't fun. I've got a thing that looks exactly like a tooth in it's place. There was a time when that cap came off and i would slip it off as a party trick to make (in particular) girls scream as they saw the filed-down, dead tooth underneath.

Hours of fun

Length? Girth? You wouldn't have enough to fill the whole in my mouth...
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Thu 2 Nov 2006, 16:36, Reply)