My Lucky Day....
So I got lazy? Missed a day. Didn't write that much the day before. So What??!?!
Now that, that's out of the way I shall commence.
I went for my post-op visit today and I got that pasty packing off of my teeth and gums (you might have to scrutinize the pic from the other post) and lo and behold, I had like one tooth left on the right side. "What the hell is that about?", you say. I'm glad you asked... The doctors so nonchalantly explained that my tooth fell out because it was weak in that area. NICE. Nice of them to tell me afterwards that I would look like a hillbilly freak without a dental plan. Half of which is true, I am a hillybilly freak.
They say that a woman knows in the first 10 minutes of a date whether or not she'll keep seeing a guy. That's true. The question is: If you don't like him do you continue dating and letting him pay or do you stop seeing him?
I like to keep it simple, If I know I'm gonna blow him, I'll let him pay, If I don't like him, I'll let him pay.
Do you want to see a pic of my one tooth? Or perhaps you have a problem with me blowing strangers that buy me McDonalds? Leave a comment.
Posted by TastyKeish at 7:47 PM
Now I have this horrifying picture in my head of a toothless Keisha blowing strangers at McDonalds.
Make it go away.
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