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Re-craked the cracked tooth temporary thing and “the lab” didn’t have my new one ready until this afternoon. So I spent most of the day avoiding anything but body temperature liquids and deep breaths. Once I sat down in the torture chair this evening we were supposed to slide the shield or crown or whatever its called over my aching tooth and that would be the end of it. Oh ya, there was the pay the four hundred and fifty up front ass pain but compared to my tooth it was cheap at the time.
Once in the chair things didn’t go as expected. She was trying to cram eight pounds of fake tooth into a four pound hole and I just realized that that made little to no sense but work with me here I’m still in pain. So we proceeded to do an hour long fitting dance which allowed me to practice my new hobby; Hands in the Mouth Swearing.
They know most of what I’m saying because they’ve heard it all before but I hit them with some extra color this evening and stumped them more than once. If I am ever captured by the enemy and tortured I might just give up all of the secrets that I know but they are going to hear some things about their mothers that shouldn’t come out of another man’s mouth let alone a prisoner mid torture.
I hit the assistant with one that I rarely use when she slipped with the tooth scythe and tapped my nerve. I yelled out because that particular nerve had a direct connection to the tip of my penis and nothing good was coming from that association. With a mouth full of fingers I groaned out a word that made her pause and answer “no I can’t count how many of these I’ve done.”
