I just got back to work from the oral surgeon. During the course of the (relatively brief) procedure, a hammer was used. yes, the kind you pound unwanted neighbor kids with. That wasn't really what I wanted to see.
Observe me, not frolicking due to this:
If it looks like I have a bunch of gauze in my mouth, that's just me trying to contain my hate. that's all I want to type about that.
On a staggeringly unrelated note, I have a large cache of extra strength vicodin. Do I even need to say 'party at my house'?
p.s. I think janeane garofalo looked really good in clay pigeons.