Woman: Dear Ke$ha,
Woman: It's hard to describe the pain of a deeply infected dental nerve.
(continuing) To get an idea, put your hands in a bowl full of ice cubes. Hold them there for 90 seconds. [[Panel shows speaker with her hands in a bowl of ice.]]
Now imagine that pain in your jaw, every minute of every hour, bright and searing, washing out everything. You can't party all night. You can barely stand up. There's only the pain.
Woman: So, some friendly advice: When you wake up in the morning, before you brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack,
Woman: Brush them with actual toothpaste.
{{Title text: WAKE up in the MORning and my BREATH ain't PREtty
and noBODY'S gonna KISS me if my MOUTH smells SHItty
so I ALways brush my TEETH before I START on the JACK
sure, my DRINKing's out of HAND, but I'm conTROLLing my PLAQUE.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
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