My curse upon your venom'd stang

Today is Robbie Burns day. Tomorrow I get my wisdom teeth pulled. Robbie, what do you think about that?

Where’er that place be priests ca’ hell,
Where a’ the tones o’ misery yell,
An’ ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In dreadfu’ raw,
Thou, Toothache, surely bear’st the bell,
Amang them a’!

Yeah, thanks, Robbie. You can read the rest of Address To The Toothache here.

2 thoughts on “My curse upon your venom'd stang

  1. Ouch. Good luck with that. Let me know if you need someone to bring you comic books or lend you a video game system while you’re recovering. (When I had my wisdom teeth out, back in JW times, I was miserable for about three days with the throbbing evil pain…and not a single friend came to comfort me. It sucked.)

  2. Thanks, Elliot. I’m going to try and blast through a few books, though. And sleep. Or at least try….and stop making me feel guilty about your comics! 🙂

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