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My youngest son had his wisdom teeth out. He is a pretty quiet guy, except for the accordian and trumpet. I was anxious to see what I would weedle out of him while he was recovering from the surgery and still drugged… instead all I got was a few pages of my note book filled with scratches made by him as he tried to recall the dream he had during the surgery.
The above “Parp” made me laugh. We are a funny species. We suffer like no other but we also laugh at suffering, misunderstanding, pain, misfortune and we feel better. For me it is what love is. Twisted? What?