Chipmunk on Narcotics! Yeah baby!

Yesterday, my wisdom teeth were removed. Why? Because I was, perhaps, too wise to need them? Because I wasn't going to need to chew anything in the back anyway? Or am I behind in the little game called evolution? After all, why would I have teeth coming in if there wasn't room for them. Are wisdom teeth like that friend who doesn't want to sleep on the floor, who just wants to cram into the soft comfortable bed and steal the blankets and sweet sweet warmth from my grasp, as I am the Holder of Warmth Nuggets? And what if they would have arrived without interruption, if I wouldn't have shoved her onto the floor and pushed a lamp off the bedside table onto her huddled mass. Perchance, my wisdom teeth might have fashioned me a snout. Then, I could seek truffles on the French countryside, because that's obviously what a snout is for. Right? Well thanks a lot Dr. Lawrence, now I'll never get that snout I've always been dreaming of! Way to go!