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ohhh no.

it has occurred to me

that I am going to be AWAKE

(albeit "relaxed")

while total strangers 

are digging ditches

in my mouth 

with tools out

of a child's nightmare

I am going to have holes

where my teeth should be

This is unpleasant. 

This is wholly unpleasant. 

I am going to look

like a chipmunk.

Let's see you jerk off to THOSE pictures. 


  1. haha , yes i am laughing at your dismay, i apologize, but i imagined all the skeezy weirdos disappointed at the chipmunk face pics :) sorry lol i have had mine out too it sucked for two weeks, but the pain killers were hella good. have fun lol


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