molars on parade

dentists...me hates them. they give me lots of pain and tell me it's good. i have a fairly decent threshold for pain but i like to let everyone around me know that i'm in it. yeah, annoying i know. but these dentist fellows have me gripping the sides of the chair arching my recently chiropractic adjusted back in pain. i managed to stay still and refrain from screaming out and socking the guy though.

in different news. i plan on making some bbq sauce and grilling me some ribs this weekend. never done it before so wish me luck. or come over and eat some, whichever.

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Mr Anigans said…
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