He has terrible oral hygiene, with only one half of two teeth in his bottom.
Yes, I know what is meant here, but as phrased, well, this sounds like something quite different from an oral hygiene problem, doesn’t it? I mean, guess what, Peaches? I have exactly no halves of no teeth in my personal “bottom.”
Uhm, thank God.
Note to the peoples of the world: Please keep your tooth halves out of my bottom. Thank you.
Just think, pippa. Whenever you’re feeling sad, angry, homicidal, like you just can’t go on, whatever, you can hit your knees and thank the Lord above that you have exactly no halves of no teeth in your personal bottom.
Unless you do. And then I really don’t want to know about it.
What you do in the privacy of your own home is absolutely none of my business.
Gives me a whole new perspective on an “ass chewing”.
Hahahahahaha!