When I was skiing at the ski place here, I fell on my face at the top of the hill. The fall pushed my bottom lip up, and it hooked on the top hook of my braces. I had to ski to the bottom of the hill, go up a chairlift, go down another chairlift, and so on for about an hour 'till we got to the chalet. Then, we had to drive all the way accross two cities to get to the dentist. All this time, there was blood streaming down my chin. When I got to the dentist, they couldn't get my lip off the hook. The pulled with a pliers, and they couldn't get it off. They finally gave me novicane and laughing gas, and ripped it off with pliers. I had gauze in my mouth for a week. The moral of thies story is: wear your mouthguard! After we left the dentist, my dad got me milkshake at Mickey D's. Blood and chocolate together taste sooooo appetizing. :-# EDIT: t-h-e --> t-e-h?