But the dentist was unable to remove the splinter, and sent us to an oral surgeon.
So we went to the oral surgeon’s office and sat in her waiting room for like nine fucking hours.
But…the surgeon left for an emergency.
So we decided to perform the surgery ourselves.
But none of us could get the laughing-gas dispenser to work quite right, although we had a LOT of fun trying.
So…as we giggled we attracted attention.
But the surgeon returned and kicked us, still giggling, out of his office.
So the oral surgeon removed Blawnox Bob’s splinter in jig time, and then we were all good to go!
But…we were still in pain the next day.