Monday, April 04, 2005

 

Today, at dinner, that first gulp of wine was glorious.
There are days when a man gets so beat down, so very
beat down, that he could need a means to wash that day away.
Wine, or whatever libation you should choose,
goes down easier, feels a little better, even looks
more alluring on days like this one I had today.

Oh, I know all ya'll gots worser days than the ole hog could ever had.
Today, tho, was the day I got me a root canal.


It took two separate doctor's offices to get this job done.
You see my toof' was f*ed up with a deep-ass cavity.
One dentist had to dig a hole in my right-bottom molar.
Another doctor had to take the nerve out of that toof' and
fill it with rubber, until its time to cap that muffugah with a
GOLD CROWN.
[I will finally get my bling, sucka]





I'll get this thing capped off with a gold crown, and
I can begin my new life. My new life with a less than painful eating experience.
Until that time, tho, I'll be chewing on the left side of the mouth,
and eating a lot of soup. Cuz, today I feel like someone socked me
in the face a couple of times.


It's days like today, that a man should be able to carry a
bottle of wine around the town with him, drinkin' in public and
causing a ruckus about it. When each gulp that warms the belly
helps him to numb the pain (in my case, the pain of a toof, goddammit)
or to help him to forget the money it cost to be in such pain...
That's when he should be able to do it with no remorse,
to say fuck-all to the world and get stinkin' pissed.

On a side note:

I'm not nearly in as much pain as the

LOSING KANSAS CITY ROYALS!

HA! TIGERS WON OPENING DAY 11 -2 against KC.

nah nah nah nah Boo Boo.

posted by Hog 9:27 PM