Today I have... Thread.

You need to get that fucker removed. At best it'll knock the rest of your teeth out of alignment, at worst it'll rot your jawbone and spread infection everywhere. Because of the pus discharge, I had stomach problems on top of everything else before I had all four of my wisdom teeth chiselled out. They had to knock me unconscious so they could dislocate my jaw and hack out bits of bone to reach the bottom two growing sideways.

I have to wait until I can afford to buy private insurance. I'm broke until Tuesday unfortunately. Any Americans who think the NHS is the solution to all their problems is an ignorant cunt. The NHS refuses to pay dentists as much for taking the bastards out as private insurers will pay them, and the NHS directed them to start rationing dental treatments. I'm now physically unwell with four giant lymph nodes and had to scoop calcified food out from under my gum flap tonight. Fantastic. I'm feeling very sorry for myself.
 
Helped my friend set up a budget, open an IRA and a high-yield savings account, and convinced her to move her checking account away from the steaming heap of dog shit that is Wells Fargo.

I should be a financial advisor on the side. *yawn*
 
At about 2 in the morning I woke up with a sudden flash of memory of a book I read about 15 years ago that was so weird I thought I was just dreaming that I read a book like that, or perhaps it was one of several childhood memories that I'm pretty sure were just vivid hallucinations. But the more I thought the more I realized that I did in fact read a book called "The Day My Butt Went Psycho". Basically in this book, everyone's ass is sentient and can detach itself from your body, running around on their little ass-legs and performing various nefarious deeds. It's such a problem that there are specially trained Butthunters who chase down and subdue rouge asses. The protagonist's own ass has betrayed him and is leading this mass ass-insurrection and a plan involving some kind of shit volcano. Also once your ass abandons you, you can't poop. So all these famous Butthunters who have forsaken their natural asses, now wear a prosthetic self-wiping ass so they can still poop becasue this book is fucking weird.

So when I finally decided to use Google to make sure that I'm not going insane, I discovered that some Canadian people thought that this book was good enough to be make into a cartoon.
Oh boy.
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To be fair this looks a lot less horrifying than what I invisioned while reading the books, but this Butch Hartman-esque assman is pretty horrifying.
 
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