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I had a pint of Guinness and a couple home made brownies for lunch.

Just got back from the dentist. Apparently I have a bony sequestra. Which is nothing more than a bone spur growing out of the jaw until it erupts through the gum. It hurt like a mad bastage for a week as the nerve was inflamed, but now the nerve is dead and I don't feel a thing. The tooth doc says it will eventually break free on it's own. In the meantime, it feels like I have a barnacle on my lower left molar gum line. Sorry if I shared too much.

Bonus: Mrs. T just came home from a catering gig with a $100 tip. She's taking me to Wanker's Corner for the steak special and beers. http://www.wankerscorner.com/

I called in sick to work today and had bacon for breakfast. Seriously, I still have my tooth ache from last week. The dentist said 'It's a minor abscess, I've seen to it already, you should be fine in a week.' I asked him 'Have you ever heard the phrase ignore your teeth and they'll go away?' He didn't get it. Plus the neighbors were fighting most of last night into the wee hours. I didn't get a wink and was feeling homicidal by 4 am, so I figured a Mental Health/Dental Health day was in order. F*ck me standing... [/rant]

Is that Nick Nolte? It's Paul McCartney. Sheesh, Karl...

I'm in the Top Ten. That seems wrong somehow...

Originally Posted by Zamfir +1. ...don't they throw junkies like you outta the Army? I'm a PFC (Private Friggin' Civilian). I retired in October 2006.

Just got back from the dentist. Turns out I don't have an abscess after all--a small bone fragment is working its way through the gum. The dentist figures it's from one of the (two) times I've broken my jaw. So, no surgery or other unpleasantness. It should work its way out within a few days. In the meantime, Vicodin is my new best friend. The coherency of my posts may suffer a bit for the next couple days.

Thanks. No doubt it will. But soup, yogurt and oatmeal for the next two days is a brass-plated bastage... Then again, there's beer...

The last few days have been interesting... Mrs. T got the results of a recent biopsy (she checks out ok).... Harley mixes it up with a couple Pit Bulls (he's fine)... I've developed an abscessed tooth (can't see the dentist until Wed. pm.)... I know trouble comes in threes, but dang...

Originally Posted by PiotreX wth is french toast? does it have as much to do with france as french fries? Pommes frites = French fries Pain perdue = French toast Sometimes the French get it right the first time.

I just made bacon and French toast for breakfast.

Originally Posted by niomosy He couldn't be the lab from hell unless he's a chocolate lab. I swear, every chocolate lab I've seen is bat {censored} crazy. Looks are deceiving. He's a great pup, but he has random moments when I'd swear he was possessed. Then again, every Lab I've ever know has been like that.

Originally Posted by PiotreX Y U call him a pickup? 'Cause he's a cheap date.

Originally Posted by ToeJamFootball First decade = birth to age 9 Second = age 10 to 19 Third = age 20 to 29 That's how I would reckon it. Or I might be off by ten years. I'm 45, so he's still a pup regardless.

I just got back from a nice, long walk with Harley, the Lab from Hell....

Originally Posted by 82Daion Kicking off my third decade today. Happy 20th! Pup...

I got in from my gig at 3:30 this morning and got to bed at five. Got up at 10 and have done a ton of laundry, dishes and general house stuff. I made some coffee and dumped some Bailey's in it, but it was too sweet. Added a drop of Jameson's Irish Whiskey and now it's just right.

Originally Posted by Zamfir Wow. Now you're a prison proctologist? I feel so sorry for you... At least you'll get legit use of Kramer's ASS MAN license plate. I teach in a youth corrections facility. Some of my guys have earned their high school diploma and are taking classes online at a local community college, hence my need to proctor exams and such. Proctology and @ss jokes take on a new meaning in corrections...

Originally Posted by ToeJamFootball Yeah right Lisa, some magical animal... Song to Bacon by Roy Blount, Jr Consumer groups have gone and taken Some of the savor out of bacon. Protein–per–penny in bacon, they say, Equals needles–per–square–inch of hay. Well, I know, after cooking all That’s left to eat is mighty small (You also get a lot of lossage In life, romance, and country sausage), And I will vote for making it cheaper, Wider, longer, leaner, deeper, But let’s not throw the baby, please, Out with the (visual rhyme here) grease. There’s nothing crumbles like bacon still, And I don’t think there ever will Be anything, whate’er you use For meat, that chews like bacon chews. And also: I wish these groups would tell Me whether they counted in the smell. The smell of it cooking’s worth $2.1O a pound. And howbout the sound?

mmm...bacon...

I'm proctoring mid-term exams for two of my young felons right now...

I had a Reuben sandwich for lunch.

Yep. I've had it for about two years, and it's worked just fine, but it's beginning to go sideways on me---which is weird, as it has no moving parts. It did take a bath in brown ale last week when I dumped a pint on it by accident.

My mouse is tweaking on me (MS Basic Optical Mouse 1.0A). It keeps cutting out, and the USB hub doesn't recognize it, then it cuts back in. Time to go to Office Depot.