There is a kingdom unlike most others, where royal highness is honored not by wearing magnificent gilded head wear, but by a porcelain trinket, fitted snugly against the humble remains of a failing molar and held there by a sour tasting cement, bonded together, this crown and this queen, for all of eternity. Today I joined the ranks of such royalty. You may catch a glimpse the next time I say “Ahh,” and you may feel a compulsion to bend on one knee in some kind of reverence, but I assure you, it is not necessary. Purchased sovereignty is not sovereignty at all. One day I bit into a piece of candy and my tooth broke, that is all.
It’s fixed, now. Hail the Queen!
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for a minute there I thought you were going to tell me you had head gear. And if that was true I would punch you and give you a wedgey the next time I saw you in the hall way. But since its not. . . hail the to the queen. I’m glad your tooth is fixed.
Thank you for not beating me up!