I'm just happy that Jesus Christ, um, did not let me lose my teeth when I was 20 years old. 'Cause I was wondering, like, what if you kept your baby teeth until the age of 18 or 20, and then you lose 'em? That would look pretty bad.
You need teeth like mine!" Grandma said. "You can just mail 'em to the dentist!
I don't have false teeth. Do you think I'd buy teeth like these?
Ben Carson actually lost a tooth. Which explains why he said that under his leadership, Americans would be entitled to 'life, liberty, and the purthuit of happineth.'
My lower and upper teeth had to be removed.
As for the fake teeth, they're officially retired. I haven't really found a need or want to wear them.
I've had all my teeth replaced with solid gold replicas of the originals.
The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth.
The higher animals get their teeth without pain or inconvenience. Man gets his through months and months of cruel torture; he will never get a set which can really be depended on 'till a dentist makes him one.
I still have my teeth. I don't want to lose them at age 61 in some hockey game.
I live at the dentist's. I'm on my third set of teeth that they put in with nails and screws.
I've knocked my front teeth out. I've got fake front teeth.
Dinosaurs replace their teeth throughout their life. And T. rex replaced all of their teeth every year.
Perhaps no mightier conflict of mind occurs ever again in a lifetime than that first decision to unseat one's own tooth.
