A massive night in Leeds city centre…got out of control. I was drinking cider and shit loads of whisky….which i don’t even like. Anyway, got back in to somebody’s house some time this morning, passed out on the sofa. 3 hours later i woke up and drove to the dentists to have a wisdom tooth out.
I was already driving with the windows open on the way there to stop last nights binge escaping prematurely all over the dashboard…so sitting in a dentists chair with a f*****g hoover in my mouth was enough. I ran outside and threw up, yummy appley spew, and then walked back in to have 25% of my wisdom yanked out my brain with a pair of pliers.
have you ever puked on a dentist? send us pics of your missing teeth/your dentist covered in sick.








