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| Monday, December 12th, 2005 |
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This is the first time I dare to post a call to the virtual Santas of my son. Quincy is... well, not exactly a little boy anymore; but he did say what he wants for Christmas. "Quite figuratively, two front teeth." He said he has a terrible toothache and needs to see the dentist as soon as he can. We all know why dentists are richer than Paul McCartney (who is allegedly "richer than God"). So, I'd like to appeal to everyone who has the slightest inclination to give my son a present this Christmas... cash to pay the dentist, please? Remember... it's the tooth that counts. Tooth matters. The tooth is out there. The tooth shall set you free. Merry Christmas to all! And may you and your loved ones have a joyful and prosperous New Year! [Here's a not-so-recent photo of Quincy...] |
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Blurty for gemstone.
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