So I lost the tooth behind my lower right canine about three months ago from bad oral hygiene/genes/sparring. My mother is a R.D.A. and that couldn't help me from the path of destruction that I have forgone. I hate flossing so I only floss maybe once a week. My genes are bad because my teeth are too big for my mouth so I had some removed as an adolescent. Braces, neck gear, and retainers were handed out soon after. Crowding and sparring doesn't sit well with the roots and overall mouth layout.
Anyschwayze, I didn't take care of the tooth when it was lost, so now I have an inflamed root which is hanging out with
Amoxycillin as we speak. I've been busy with work, moving, and figuring out what I want to do with my life, or lack thereof so I decided to bring it back here. So, without further ado, I give you the new and improved planning of gruntalope.blogspot.com soon to bee
gruntalope.com: mullet/'
stache of the month contest. Santa Barbara
hottie(female) of the month(If you were confused Elijah), Eating contests around Santa Barbara(i.e. Lettuce Be Frank's sliders challenge; it's at 28 I believe. Or the $50 Taco Bell challenge under 50 minutes) and stupid human tricks performed either by me or some stranger I meet. Requests can be sent to
elhanan.greig@gmail.com as long as it doesn't involve me getting bludgeoned or man-raped. It can't be life threatening like trying to jump on to a moving semi from the 101 overpass by La
Cumbre. Dumb. I will take a punch or kick to the groin or maybe even a jump kick by a known ninja. This will be all setup by the end of March along with pictures and videos. I haven't been on for a while and I apologize. I am re-re-committing myself to this blogging crud in an effort to do something with all my "youtube" nights of nothingness. Oh, and how could I forget, we'll be having the new unrban dictionary word of the week. Well, maybe month just until I get "treal" with this blog. I'm outta here like a fat kid in dodgeball. Peace. One.