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*Don't bite your tongue.*
I'm not.
*Don't.*
What? What are you doin? You're a bad nurse!
*Her mouth feels weird. Her tongue feels like the black sheep of her mouth family.*
*laughs* That's really funny!
Okay I just tweeted this, but
I was thinking about toes. Why do we have them?
*Why do we have toes?*
Yeah.
*To help balance when you're standing up.*
No. That's what feet are for.
*No, the toes are what grips and helps you stand up.*
I don't think so! I think they're just leftovers from evolution.
Like, monkeys actually use their feet for hands.
Or like, foot fingers.
They don't do anything.
What if you like, what if when you got engaged, you put the ring on your left
toe?
Like it doesn't do anything else, might as well put the engagement ring on it.
What happened to toe rings?
Weren't they a thing?
*Yeah, I used to have one.*
Weren't toe rings a thing, Ethan?
*Oh, you need to have your ice packs on your face, honey.*
What happened to that?! I had it!
How did I even get over here?
*You walked.*
My lip just feels like it keeps getting bigger and bigger.
This is a problem.
I think it's swelling and it's gonna like go over my whole face.
Gahhh.
I don't feel any pain right now.
Yeah...
Why??
I wish we had PopTarts.
*What is it? What do you want?*
*Oh, yeah you can't eat PopTarts.*
I feel like if you cut the crusts off, though.
You don't know what I said or you don't know if I'm right?
KITTY!
KITTY!
Yeahhh.
KITTY!
NO!
Kitty.
That's the problem, he can't understand what I'm saying to him.
OH!
Come here!
I quit.
This is like the kitty blanket, but better because it's KU.
It'll make you smarter just by touching it.
*Do you want him up there?*
YES!
Cats are healing!
Except for when they go to those nursing homes and like go lay with the people
who are gonna die.
Because that's pretty weird.
Fritty, come tell me if I'm gonna live or die.
Do you think anyone has ever died from wisdom teeth surgery?
No?
It's pretty close to the brain.
You could have a really bad doctor, stab you in the brain.
Eww...
I didn't want that!
I just wanna pet ya.
Fine! Just be a lil sh**.
Oh NOW you come up! OKAY.
OKAY. No!
Don't touch my face.
Don't even look at me.
Fritty's got poop on his nose. Poopnose Jones.
Poopnose McGhee.
I'm gonna name my kid Poopnose McGhee.
In honor of my cat.
Poopyhead Jones and her son, Poopnose McGhee.
I'm starting to regret the decision of having a cat up here with me.
*Do you want me to move him?*
*I'll take him down.*
*You want me to take him down?*
Sorry Poopnose McGhee, you gotta go.
Unfortunately, there were no anesthesiologists.
BUT, they came in, the doctor came in and like as soon as Mom walked out of
the door, the doctor just injected me with stuff.
And I was like relaxed and I felt sleepy and he was like, "You feel like you could
go to sleep?" I'm like, "I mean...no."
And he was like, "Well." And then he got a third vial and injected me with it and
then I woke up in the recovery room,
next to an Asian woman and a weird girl who couldn't digest her food right and
felt like she was gonna puke and pass out.
*What did Luke have to say, Emily?*
What?
*Just checkin on ya?*
Yeah.
He didn't stop talking the whole time we were on the phone. He was like, "Hey
how are you? Oh yeah that's good. Whatever."And I'm like, "I didn't even
answer."