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GOOD FOR ME.

I've basically wanted braces all my life and as a side effect of not ever getting them I was ridiculed most of the days of my childhood... As I grew up the awareness of the crooked teeth wore off and I'd just accepted it as final and only remembered the flaw when I met someone new or when a small child insisted I looked like the Easter bunny. Well I've taken the jump and now I feel self conscious ALLLL over again.



The orthodontist was insistent that I have a tooth on the bottom removed because my jaw would surely not be able to house all the teeth I had if they were straight. I was so pumped up about this after getting my braces on that immediately upon leaving the orthodontist I called up my dentist and requested the soonest appointment they had available. The receptionist told me I could have it removed at 2 o'clock that very same day! I did it. I regreted that decision for a couple days and now I look like a hillbilly.



In three months I get the bottom braces put on. I'm very excited for this all to be over and it's just started.

Tattoo in progress...

I've heard "It looks like a walrus with wings".













I've heard "It looks like a John Cena".



















But it's just an owl, with jewels.

Adventures with Pancake and Ali.

So on Sunday Pancake and I played around the yard. For those of you who know us well, then you know I am obsessed with her and she is my little baby (even though she eats her own turds).

Ewe.

For those of you who HAVE NOT seen a picture of the missionary with the 12" inch coil gurthy dumps that require three flushes to go down, here he is:


p.s. Since I've told on him he leaves me alone now.

I used to be a fat pig.

Don't judge ME.