Rinse, and spit
I never understood why they got rid of the spit tank at the dentist. It wasn’t as if they didn’t clean it, or something. Now they just have that damned gum-sucking thing.
Anyway, three days of rinsing the food particles out of the healing tooth socket has just become tedious. I have to keep doing it, because I don’t want to have my gum grow around some piece of old cabbage that then festers and turns into a huge pus filled gumboil that has to be lanced and the rot cut out, leaving me looking like david lee roth.

I’m pretty certain that David Lee Roth still gets laid these days.
Mmmmmm…you could have sauerkraut!
Oh…that was gross…
Og, I’m having a lot of dental work done in the next couple of days, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop reading your blog until my mouth heals.
I hope you understand.
Don’t blame you one bit, Jeff.
I just damn near pissed myself laughing at the image of you with half your face puffed out from an infected gum hole, fried blonde hair down to your ass, and dancing around trying to sing “Paahhhnamaahh daah darr dah Paaahhnamaa uh (drooldroolsluuurrrp!)”
Snicker :)