15 July 2007

At least my mom bought me a margarita

My face is swollen up to the size of a water balloon; to the point that I have no lines around my mouth. I have two raw, bloody wounds on the roof of my mouth, being protected by a sort of retainer. With the retainer in, I lisp and have trouble speaking. With the retainer out, I bleed somewhat continuously. I have about 15 blue stitches in my gums resembling some kind of decay; you can see them whenever I talk or smile. I am not allowed to brush my teeth for a week. Ladies and gentlemen, I am hot.

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