So I've been a little stressed. Nothing new about that really. And not "overwhelming, pull the covers over my head and pray for the Apocalypse" stress but more the "would it be wrong to have wine at 9 am?" stress.
You need an example, you say?
I was brushing my teeth this morning because despite my predilection for Nascar, I have a full mouth of teeth.
Well, so I'm brushing away. And all is good.
Something happens. I don't really know what. It wasn't traumatic, it was just an impulse or something.
Result? I bit down on my toothbrush.
I bit down on my toothbrush HARD.
And well, I broke my toothbrush.
That's right, I lockjawed on that fine Oral B apparatus and broke it. Broke it into a couple of pieces. With my teeth.
So, that begs the question.....
Who wants a blowjob?