Never Gonna Come Back Down

Being one of the gifto kids who done grown up (physically at least) and having ADHD at the same time means that, on occasion, I come up with these brilliant and novel ways to pwn myself.

Like just now.

I went to brush my teeth and we've two kinds of toothpaste in the cabinet: sensitive teeth care (yep) and enamel care (ooh, can't hurt).

So I mixed 'em. Why not? Toothpaste is toothpaste and it's not as if it's got TNT and gunpowder in it. Or sodium and water. Or nanites. Or your mom.

It made kind of a pretty colour combo. Aquafresh-pink-and-green with Arm-and-hammer royal blue.

So I admired it then went 'oh yeah. die plaque!' and jammed the brush in my mouth and scrubbed like a mofo and told the watching cat I had rabies and was amused.

And then...

...Yeah, that - it wasn't a STUPID idea? But it was a special one. No, my tongue did not explode but - wow.

I mean. Wow.

The menthol. THE MENTHOL!

Wow.

Every time I breathe in, a thin coating of frost forms over my tonsils. XD

Badass.

I should do this again.