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

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.