I'm finally less wise

I had my wisdom teeth pulled today. Well, the two on the left side. It's been a long time coming. On some realness, them rotten choppers shouldve got snatched this time last year. I had a cavity in my lower left wiz the size of something real big. I could stick the tip of my tongue threw it. Nasty. And I don't know how it happened. Maybe it was because I was too busy brushing my teeth with Marie's blue cheese, Kerry Washington and the Cellar Door boxset.

At this point, the novacaine hasnt worn off yet, so the discomfort isnt that great. And the actual removal wasn't bad either. More pressure than pain.

I did, however, take my two teeth home with me. When I saw them, I gotta say that I was underwhelmed.

Remember that episode of Curb? The one where Larry scares Cheryl and Jeff/Susie's daughter with his tooth. Apparently it was so decayed and disgusting that Cheryl screamed in horor when she was it and the lil girl screeched like she was being attacked. I was sadistically hoping my wizzes looked like that. But, like I said, the cavities looked rather innocuous. It was a bit of a let down.

I think I should send them to my Moms though. She after all, bronzed me and the sibs first baby shoes and has three seperate baggies with hair from me and my lil bros (A-ez and Ceez) first haircuts. Something tells me she'd keep these teeth as some odd, weird maternal keepsake.

Even still, when I text'd her about the successful surgery, her snarky response went something like this: "Vince, you think you wisdom teeth just couldn't take your constantly yapping jaw."

She greased me.