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August 14, 2002

We'd Make Great Pets

Okay, but my replacement receptionist has abnormally straight teeth. Her top teeth just go straight across in a perfectly-engineered line, like a little kid's drawing where teeth are just gridwork. It was this perfect line of teeth flashing at me as she talked which helped me to understand that she is an alien.

I will behave accordingly from here on out.

Don't you worry.

Posted by didofoot at August 14, 2002 02:23 PM

Comments

"i wasn't worried", she said while her imperfect teeth chattered together in thier fear.

Posted by: mishie at August 14, 2002 02:25 PM

oh, don't worry. it's only perfect teeth that have to be taken away. taken far away into the woods, the alien woods, because aliens should not be allowed to be with the rest of us. it isn't right. I'll put a stop to it.

Posted by: didofoot at August 14, 2002 02:29 PM

imperfect afraid OF perfect. mmmm kay? you really should kick her ass out into the forest and then steal her job which she has stolen from you.

Posted by: michele at August 14, 2002 02:31 PM

she's awfully nice though. teeth or no teeth.

and it WILL be no teeth soon. i like her but we can't have alien teeth coming around here where the children are kept.

Posted by: at August 14, 2002 02:38 PM

yes. baseball.
unless no baseball.
then no. baseball.
but until no baseball, yes baseball.

superhero, cowboy or dentist?

Posted by: marc at August 14, 2002 03:17 PM

naw, nothing i guess. just bring me $20, as usual.

Posted by: didofoot at August 14, 2002 03:36 PM

LOL. The alien. Thanks. I will also act accordingly. Did you see the alien blank stare at the end of the day? She better not be a cranky alien. I don't like my aliens cranky.

Posted by: tracy at August 14, 2002 04:15 PM

Sugar make me crazy..............heh heh.

Posted by: tracy at August 14, 2002 04:18 PM

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