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He was chomping on a dog a chili dog to be exact when he heard a crunch and felt a pain that seemed unusual to his lunch So with all the grace that he could muster he spit out all the dog and the chili and the mustard then smiled a toothless grin when in the chili he could see a bicuspid mixed therein He had been waiting for this day to the point where almost all his nerves had frayed and more than all his hair had grayed But now he knew for certain there would be no final curtain for at least another act because his bicuspid had given way to his third set of teeth
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Third Set of Teeth
He was chomping on a dog a chili dog to be exact when he heard a crunch and felt a pain that seemed unusual to his lunch So with all the grace that he could muster he spit out all the dog and the chili and the mustard then smiled a toothless grin when in the chili he could see a bicuspid mixed therein He had been waiting for this day to the point where almost all his nerves had frayed and more than all his hair had grayed But now he knew for certain there would be no final curtain for at least another act because his bicuspid had given way to his third set of teeth
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
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