Me: Where's my teeth?
Eyes: Looks to the left of me and to the right of me sitting on the couch.
Me: Hmm, not in the basket, not on the desk.
Eyes: Looks on the floor.
Me: Nope.
Eyes: Glares at the dogs, surely the dogs wouldn't like the teeth, would they?
Me: What did I eat last?
Me: Bread.
Me: Oh yes, it hurt to eat the bread ... so where are my bottom teeth? In the kitchen?
Me: Nope.
Eyes: Start to make a panicked search on all surfaces in the apartment.
Me: Maybe the bathroom.
Eyes: Look in the mirror.
Me: Oh, there they are. In my mouth.
Man, this is only getting harder and harder as time goes on!
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Jacob Poems
OH. My. Good. Grief. keep em in ur hd!!!!
Posted by: TC | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 02:48 PM
I know someone who took his lower teeth out, during the night, asleep, threw them across the room where they hid under the dresser.
Posted by: Poogie | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 03:47 PM
Yesterday my father read out a story from the newspaper about a lady, her teeth and her dog. The dog ate the teeth and had to be taken into surgery and the teeth taken out. The whole thing cost $1,200. I looked at my father and asked him how much a new set of teeth would be. And he looked at me strangely and said, "they also had to save the dog." :D
So, well, I related this cos DOGS EAT TEETH! Beware!
Posted by: Gosling | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 04:40 PM
A whole new obsession to write about! Teeth stories! I shall collect them.
The teeth that hid, did I know their mouth too?
And Gosling, the horror of that story... I can't even begin to contemplate. And of COURSE they had to save the dog too.
Posted by: MsShad | Wednesday, March 21, 2007 at 05:22 PM
Yes, I have to admit that you did/do know the mouth but let's pretend we don't, the story is still true and funny.
Posted by: Poogie | Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 11:04 AM