I just got a tooth extracted.
I blame you personally. Why!
Up till Christmas I never felt the need to go to the dentist. I avoided it. Truth be told I was scared of it. I like to think it is/was my only fear.
And I was happy.
Then I got a toothache. I ignored it like any man would. But it got too much, I had to give in and go. Meet my worst fear.
Then I had to go for follow up treatment today.
I had a lot of time to think in that chair. I have always been good at pattern recognition. I looked for the pattern.
I found it.
Since you stopped posting my teeth have gone to fuck.
I blame you.
Bastard.
Up until Christmas I was in good health. Happy-go-lucky, over confident - the laugh in the face of upper respiratory viruses kind of good health. Then something happened.
I've been breathing mucus and coughing air ever since then. And now I know why.
Dammit @nonameslefttouse, Robitussin tastes like poison.
Lol, see.
Patterns!