Rearranged!
There's a few bits missing from that which i call 'me'. But not to worry, i know where the pesky fuckers are! They've migrated to other parts of my body.
For the first 12 years of my merry life I was the champion guinea pig for Manchester Royal Dental School. And was the lucky contestant that bore the brunt of many things they 'just wanted to try out'. My favourite of which was to remove chunks of bone from my hip, break the front of my upper jaw away from the rest of the skull, and insert the pillaged bone fragments into the gap... to correct an underbite that would eventually cause my teeth to wear down.
Unfortuanatley this messed with my gums somewhat, and also stretched the nerves, meaning my back teeth developed the amusing tendancy to 'pop' out, and fly free and elegantly into the world (or into the face of my maths teacher, in one memorable moment). Sadly this wasn't a repeatable stunt, as once a tooth comes out, it stays out... so now i've exhausted my reserves of comedy calcium cameo's, and at the tender age of 24 have a rediculous number of false teeth.
Me and the tooth fairy happen to be on 1st name terms now by the way, jeffrey says hi.
( Shiodome has realised numbers in names aren't cool., Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:23, Reply)