Due to being born without any enamel (hey, it was the 60s, I could have been a Thalidomide baby-- ok, that was a bit before my time, but still...), it was only a matter of time before some dentist told me I was going to just have to get my teeth pulled. Yeah, all of 'em. Not just the wisdom teeth, but every single freakin' broken one of 'em.
I was kind of hoping this wasn't going to happen for another, oh, I don't know, twenty years, but hey, on the bright side, I'll have my dentures by the time Halloween rolls around. Yep, yet another toy for me to scare the neighborhood kids with. Mwa ha ha!