I am seething in anger right now. I take good fucking care of my teeth, I've never ever had a cavity, and i just wen to the fucking dentist less than a week ago, and I shattered my fucking back wisdom tooth on a fucking shock tart. I had no pain or swelling prior to this, no cavity, and in fact, after the initial crunch, felt no pain, had no bleeding, and didn't even spit out any tooth chunks. Fuck willy wonka, and fuck the dentist because he probably fucking screwed with shit when he was "cleaning" back there last week.

And don't say any shit like "well, it coulda been worse," "It coulda been a front tooth," "at least it wasn't yer leg"; I don't need to hear that shit. I've never had a busted tooth before, and now have to live for the rest of my life without that fucking tooth.

THE NEXT DAY... (Update)
Welpers, I went to the dentist, he took a look at the thing, and said it was no big deal. The "eruption" as it's known in dental circles, was not related to a cavity, infection, gum disease, or any of that; just a wisdom tooth, which are weaker than other teeth, made brittle by a cold drink, chomped the wrong part of a too hard candy on the wrong spot of the tooth. And, get this, I didn't loose near the amount of tooth I had thought; turns out the tooth hasn't come in all the way, so that's why it didn't align with the other teeth. Anyway, he sculpted the missing part of the tooth with whatever dentists use to do that, and bonded it with the tooth, and filed it to match the tooth. My mouth was very numb and tingly from that jazz they inject in your gums for a few hours afterward...

So, in summary, my perfect smile is more intact than I thought. But still no more candy!