Friday, 7 December 2007
Rabbit Face The Shopping Centre Clown
I work at the shopping centre. I sell balloons to the children and sometimes I do magic tricks with a dirty hanky. When I was fourteen years old I cut my top lip off with scissors. Back then we didn’t have plastic surgery. They started calling me rabbit face so I pulled my teeth out with pliers, but yeah, they still called me Rabbit Face.
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that part about pulling out your teeth with pliers...yeah, that made me mentally vomit
I was reading about your vegas trip when you left me that comment - AT THE EXACT SAME TIME
when I think about that, pulling my teeth from my head, in my mind I squeeze the pliers too tightly and the tooth splinters with a horrible cracking sound.
Hell yeah. I like this. A lot.
frank, you suck. STOP WITH THE TEETH BREAKING SHIT!
cheers Ben, nice one!
xtx: we'll laugh about it when we're old, that time i went nuts with the pliers and pulled all my teeth out, one by one. We'll laugh when we remember the mess it made, the blood and sh!t everywhere and we'll laugh about the looks the doctors gave me at the hospital.
i'm not even going to dignify that with a response.
this kicks ass
I had a tooth pulled once. It was the first dental work I had done. The most horrible thing about it was not the surprising speed that the dentist and nurse got everything ready once I'd agreed to the extraction, or the anaesthetic injection in the roof of my mouth (it didn't hurt, but the needle felt strangely large), or the nurse stepping up behind me and pressing down on the top of my head with all of her weight, or the dentist reaching into the back of my mouth with a pair of surgical pliers, it was the high-pitched twisting, cracking, snapping sound of the tooth parting company with my jaw. Yeah, that was the worst part. The bleeding stopped and the wound healed up, but I can still remember the sound.
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