The Church of Alvis

Veela wrote:He's 24 today!

He had to have a tooth pulled in an emergency extraction yesterday, though, so he's not exactly having the most fun birthday of all time today.

Blackferne wrote:

Veela wrote:He's 24 today!

He had to have a tooth pulled in an emergency extraction yesterday, though, so he's not exactly having the most fun birthday of all time today.

Tooth extraction eh?

Pain meds eh?

Get fraps rolling his pc and let him play swtor hopped up on pain meds. If could be really funny.

Jimer Lins wrote:The Alvian Dental Plan brochure I got said you get half a bottle of cheap rye whiskey, fifteen minutes, then a kick in the jaw. You have to mark the side you want in marker to be sure, though.

Dood wrote:

Jimer Lins wrote:The Alvian Dental Plan brochure I got said you get half a bottle of cheap rye whiskey, fifteen minutes, then a kick in the jaw. You have to mark the side you want in marker to be sure, though.

I see SOMEONE signed up for the DELUXE plan.

Jimer Lins wrote:

Dood wrote:

Jimer Lins wrote:The Alvian Dental Plan brochure I got said you get half a bottle of cheap rye whiskey, fifteen minutes, then a kick in the jaw. You have to mark the side you want in marker to be sure, though.

I see SOMEONE signed up for the DELUXE plan.

Why fly coach when you can fly first class?

Dood wrote: Mostly because the people in coach tend to be more portly and therefore provide better cushioning for impact.

Monday was my birthday. Since it was Cuspar’s birthday, I’ve decided to make today my birthday. So, for my birthday I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. I’m like that Bill Murray character in “Little Shop of Horrors."

Anyway, before the self imposed torture began, Alvis came to me in the form of a comely Mexican woman. S/He said, “Breath deeply of the laughing gas, for laughing gas is whiskey in the form of a gas. This is why it is called laughing GAS. Later, comes Vicodin, which is whiskey in the form of a solid. It is not called Vicodin solid because that would be dumb.”

Eventually, with my mouth four teeth shy and full of blood, I was brought before a woman who claimed I owed her money. “Foul harpy!” I said, ”I should blast you in the freakin’ face with my FWG5. Then I would harvest the avian meat from your chicken legs.” Alas, I did not have my FWG5 and gave her my MasterCard instead.

As my sister took me back to my apartment, I tried to pass on what I had learned from Alvis. I said unto her, “Mmmpphh arggh vuv sidh muvkk wevgh!” But she was not ready to hear the word of Alvis. So, my wisdom, much like the teeth that bore that name, were lost to the ages.

-Takanudo (Looooooooooooooves vicodin)