It's a resigned declaration of existential helplessness. A recognition, if you will, of your insignificance in the face of destiny's vicissitudes. "Wel'p" is the apotheosis of the attitude Tilders (natives of thetldr.com) have been taking toward life since early adolescence, the quintessence of the emotion that's bound all neckbeards together through the ages. It is our curse, our blessing, our agony, and our ecstasy. It is wel'p, and it is what allows us to exalt paradoxically in the depths of our shared despair.
Worst pain I've felt since I had my ingrown toe nail removed a year ago.
Seems like I go to the dentist at least once a month, now. That's the only time I get out, anymore. To shuttle my brother to and from his various social functions or to go get my mouth raped.
Mouth is still numb can't eat all day.