They gave me Ibuprofen.

Where are the fun drugs? The happy medication that allows me to drift into a sleep filled with strange dreams about singing alligators raining from the flying city in the clouds?

It's still swollen, so I have to head back in to have them take a look at it. The bastards just want me back in because they had so much fun in my mouth the first time they want to have another go with my luscious dick sucking lips.

Could be worse, I overheard them telling a guy in another room he'd have to have all of his teeth removed at this point.

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