posted on Mar, 8 2018 @ 06:46 PM
You heard me right.
After my near-death experience with Gunther last week, I thought I'd cause some more pain on my frail and delicate body by having dental work
I'm getting implants.
Not the sexy kind. The dental kind to replace my crooked, rotting, aged, fangs.
But I had to have a procedure done prior to getting shiny new teeth.
I had to have a bone graft done on my jaw.
It was a cadaver bone.
That's right. The bone of a dead man.
Now we've all seen the movies. The rugged, handsome, awesome, sexy, good-looking guy gets a bone graft and the spirit of the dead guy soon
possesses the hero. Then he does evil stuff like tipping only 10% or running with scissors.
Or it's the movie where it was an alien bone graft from a secret government lab and now I'm going to get super powers.
Either way I'm going to drink a lot and then get into a car chase with local cops.
Also, YAY Vicodin.