I thought this was a "tell your wisdom teeth story" thread. Fuck it. That's what I'm here for cause I have a good one.
Preface: I only had one wisdom tooth. It never broke my gums and was coming in sideways, so they had to cut it out of my gums. I had them knock me out. I'd never been put under before.
My then girlfriend took me to the office and there was only one other couple in there with us. They were lesbians, which is no biggie, but it should be noted that one of the women very much looked like a man.
I get my shit done, and wake up on the couch at my house. This is the tale my girlfriend tells me of what happened the past hour...
Apparently I was very concerned that I had no heartbeat (they hadn't hooked the monitor up to me yet) and when my girlfriend comes in to get me, I scream at her, "They killed me!!!!!!" Then when everyone goes silent I smile real wide and say "It's cool, they brought me back to life cause they knew you'd be pissed."
We're leaving the room and I whisper at the top of my lungs, "Did you see that lady-dude in the waiting room? I hope those two are really happy together. They looked happy together." Then my gf tells me that they're still, in fact, in the waiting room. I take it upon myself to scream "Mazel Tov!!!"
We have to stop at the apartment we're moving out of to pick up a couple things before going to our new house. She pulls into the lot and tells me to stay in the car and she'll be 5 minutes max. (she only took 4).
When she comes down, the passenger side door is wide open and I'm no where to be found. When she tells me this, it jogs my memory a little bit and I remember being in the car and swearing someone was in the trunk. I got out to see if they were ok. My gf freaks and comes looking for me and all she sees is my ass sticking out from behind the car while I peer underneath it. When she tells me to get in the car, I start dancing for her and miming a striptease. She finally gets me in the car and home where I wake up and don't know what's going on.
