Got 'em pulled while in college...a month before Thanksgiving, which sucked for Thanksgiving dinner. All four were impacted, which I didn't care about while they were doing the procedure, because the gas was great. Best sleep of my life. But because of the impacting, the guy had to drill a hole in all four of my widom teeth. Then he inserted a metal pin, and began to rock them out using two pairs of dental pliars on either side of the pin. I realized the pain a day later. I remember I had this cool ice pack that wrapped around my head with velcro. And you slid a little gel ice pack in these sleeves on either side of my jaw. Made me look like Jacob Marley from A Christmas Carol. Pain killers were awesome, percodan or percocet (sp?), can't remember. But I still have them, and considering the bastards were bigger than I ever expected, always thought of making them into dice.
