wisdom teeth

What better time to convince your sister there's a zombie infestation than after surgery.

As promised, I told the Tallest DJ I would blog about my post-wisdom teeth, anesthesia induced video that my mom so willingly videotaped, if there weren't any curse words of course. Lucky for all of Missoula, I didn't cuss like a sailor and came to the conclusion that Batman is my one true soul mate.

I remember when I got my Wisdom Teeth out. I remember them putting me under and vaguely remember starting to wake up during the surgery.  I can remember the sound of bones crunching and then I heared someone say "Hit him again." I pictured a cartoon cat hitting me with a mallet and BOOM  I was back to sleep. When I woke up I was in a whole other world. Stoned as a drugged up test rat. Re