Eee it’s reet cold innit. I staggered in the snow across road to Tesco. Half way there I sneezed well hard and my choppers flew out my mouth and disappeared int white muck.
I had to use sign language with the store check out lass as my gums had shrunk.
On way back near a telegraph pole I could hear a loud chattering sound. It was my teeth so I opened my gob best as I could and mumbled Come to Daddy. My choppers ran up the pole and jumped straight back into my cakehole. Talk about lucky 😀.
