Wednesday, July 14, 2010


“I don’t have any teeth,” he said. “I mean, I have teeth but they’re in such bad shape and I can’t afford a dentist, so I have to be very careful chewing my food. And my front teeth are so loose I can’t actually bite anything anymore.

“I was out at Ruth’s Chris Steak House the other night,” he continued. “And I felt like such a wuss because I had to cut my steak into such small pieces.”

As he continued telling his toothly tale of woe, I couldn’t help but remember that old saying, modified here to be more appropriate:

I cried because I had no teeth. Until I met a man who had no food.

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