I sat up in bed last night, grabbed a pad of paper and a pencil and wrote:
And God said, "Look, I gave you two sets of teeth, which is really rather generous of me. So do yourself a favor and just take care of the fucking things."
And then I fell back asleep.
Um, if those are my new set of Operating Instructions, I guess all I need to solve everything is to simply brush, floss and rinse.