So, I have to come clean about the guy I blogged about in the previous entry.
I have a problem, kids. Teeth are a deal-breaker. I've talked about this before.
If your grill is jacked, I can't date you. It's just that simple.
Oh, I can wax poetic about your sparkling personality or your quick wit but if your teeth point in 10 different directions or they're the color of a hazelnut latte, you can't get with this.
One day, when I'm 80 yrs old and surrounded by cats and their droppings, I might wish I'd settled for Ol' Snaggletooth because by then, neither of us will have any teeth but I'm still young enough to wish for a nice set up choppers.
For both of us.
Posted by De at February 15, 2007 06:57 PM | TrackBackYou had better not go to the UK, ever.
Posted by: colin at February 16, 2007 10:22 PMLMAO! That's what people keep telling me, Colin!
So, how are YOUR teeth, baby? ;)
Like ol' boy had a snowball's chance in hell anyway.
Posted by: Tammy at February 20, 2007 11:51 AMTrue that.
Posted by: De at February 20, 2007 12:04 PMIt takes at least 2 hands to count 'em and that's 10 fingers. Yaah hooo.
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