I had to get a tooth pulled once as a kid, and the dentist gave me a prescription for some type of painkiller to take beforehand, plus Novocain, then was about to gas me before I was like...ummm can you not? Some dentists are just really quick to pile it on, I guess.

This really ought to be the standard, I think!

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Interestingly enough, peanuts aren’t actually nuts, they’re legumes.

I once heard someone pronounce it Chi-POLE-tee.

I like your style.

Opposite of “thank you?” I’m not sure, someone should probably ask a cat.

It's not so much that pain is my thing, but having a numb mouth and face is really unpleasant for me. Having said that, any major cavities and my root canal were done while numbed. Only the little ones that only hurt a little.

I hate hate HATE being numbed. I’ve had a couple cavities filled without Novocain, just for that reason. Come to think of it, I’m not sure how I convinced multiple dentists to do it that way.

I couldn’t wear a bra in my prom dress, so my boyfriend’s mom duct taped my boobs. It was incredibly sweaty and uncomfortable (both the duct tape itself and having some lady tape my boobs), and hurt like a mother to take off at the end of the night.

My boyfriend’s grandma saw Trainwreck this summer. She didn’t care for it, but she thought “LeBronze” did a great job.

This makes her more relatable to me than anything else she's ever done. She seems like an actual real person!

I would read the shit out of that Pissing Contest. It would be amazing.

These are the things that make me wish I was interested in being a doctor. Or even capable of being a doctor.

I got herpes while using a condom. So not only is that doctor an asshole, she doesn't understand how STIs work.

When my little brother was in high school, he went to a Halloween party dressed as Zombie Jesus. We made him Jesus robes out of our late Catholic grandmother’s old polyester nightgown and gave him a beard and zombie makeup. He looked great.

Corset piercings are really a temporary thing. You get it for like a night. It's almost guaranteed to reject over time.

Do we have the same dad? Mine cries all the damn time.

My World History teacher in 10th grade was a man who had been born in Zimbabwe. I'll never forget when we started talking about colonialism and the textbook basically said that missionaries went to built schools and clinics or whatever. He told us his own personal experience of essentially having his identity…

Embarrassingly, I didn't even know about the internment camps until at least high school, maybe later. Once I found out, I couldn't believe that more time (or any time, I guess) was devoted to the subject. Like...that seems like kind of an important thing to talk about!