I was born in Victorian Britain and have a very mirthful air about me.

So one day I was going about my merry business, being my jovial self.

When I’m walked a creature that saw what I was about, smiled at me and said ‘well aren’t you the gayest person I’ve met all day’.

I’m not sure how to feel tbh

The only thing he releases is fraudulent blabber and foul odor

I don’t know what your dentist is on (he must be high on something) to agree to remove all your teeth at once.

I had all my wisdom teeth pulled and they did that two per side, as otherwise the sedative would relax the tounge muscle, which might cause you to choke. After that I got sent home with a big stack of painkillers (NSAIDS, no opiates).

I’d look for a different dentist tbh, but thats a bit late now.

That’s a pretty blessed life