Imagine.
What?
I don’t know. You choose.
Okay. I imagine…a loose tooth.
Why?
I don’t know. You’re the one who said I could choose what to imagine.
Sorry. Okay. So you’re imagining a loose tooth.
Yes.
Is it so loose it’s ready to fall out?
No.
How loose is it?
Just enough to notice.
How old are you?
Huh?
You and your imagined loose tooth.
Who said it was mine?
Oh. Okay, who’s is it?
I dunno. Didn’t think I had to imagine somebody attached to it.
So it’s just a loose tooth attached to nothing?
Sure. Why not?
Good question. So, why’s the tooth loose?
It got a cavity.
A cavity made it loose?
Sure.
Is it a big cavity?
No. Just a little one, but it’s at the root.
Ah. So that’s why it’s loose.
Yep.
Okay.
Is that it?
I guess so.
No profound meaning-of-life tie-in?
Nope.
No philosophical maunderings?
Hadn’t planned on it.
What was the point of this?
Who said I had to have a point?
Good point.
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I’ll delete if not.
poke at my teeth with my tongue to check.
My goal in life is to go to my grave ( and not now either ) with all of my own teeth in my head.
Just saw this clip over at Crooks & Liars, and thought people here would be interested.
really gets to the root of things…
So great to see someone else writing about absolutely nothing — and getting away with it! Keep up the great work!!
The sky is gray. It’s raining. It’s cold. And I have no spring in my step this morning.
They won’t miss me at work will they?