Dugongism: The mark of wisdom

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The mark of wisdom

At age 26 (turning it in another three months), I thought I was way past the age of getting it.

Safe, you know?

Ladies and gentleman, this woman is growing a wisdom tooth in the backyard of her jaw.

Right side, upper.

My teeth (yes, all of them) are throbbing like they're in some techno-fengtao place.

God, make this easy.

*Arms self with panadol, cold apple juice and plenty of ice cream*

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