Wisdom Teeth and dry sockets, a match made in HELL

I have always been afraid of getting my wisdom teeth out. Not because of the pain, but because of the stupid ass shit I would say after. Would I tell my doctor and mother about the time I witnessed a murder but fled the scene because Real Housewives was on? Or would I just make... Continue Reading →

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