Two of my walls are green. One is big and yellow. The other is small and orange. I have a lot of paint left over. One day I'll post it on craigslist for cheap or free and someone in need of citrus-colored paint will be very happy.
Last night one of my molars chipped. And not just a namby-pamby little flake of enamel, a big chunk of tooth broke off. I was eating a cookie at the time and simply thought the crunchy-ness was a wad of sugar on the top. Yes, that's right, I chewed up and ate a piece of my molar. I'm that hard core. Well, I may be hard core but my tooth was weak sauce, and now the man behind the disposable dentist's mask wants $1,500 to put a crown on my tooth. I wouldn't pay that much for a crown on my head. Maybe I'll spend $500 for a flight to Mexico and have it done there for much less. Then I get a crown AND a vacation. Everybody wins. Especially the makers and purveyors of fine rot-gut Mexican tequila. Who needs Novocaine?
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