At Least You Don't Need Teeth to Type.

People.

Take care of your teeth.

Because if you don't and you end up with a toothache and you go to the dentist thinking you have a cavity and she looks at your x-rays and does this little slow, displeased nod and then tells you that she is referring you to an oral surgeon for extraction and to not worry because these are the two furthest back teeth in your mouth and you still have a gorgeous smile and no one will notice and if it really bothers you you can get implants someday and then you go to the oral surgeon the next day with your best friend and your legs feel like jello and they numb you up so that you can't swallow and you are beginning to panic and then you hear a bunch of cracking and feel enough pressure to see stars and then you go home and lay down and can't move and finally look in the mirror and your face is the size of a small country and you keep hearing family members making "denture" references and you use your experience as a scare tactic to get your almost-six-year-old to brush his teeth longer then three seconds and you spend the day feeling uber sorry for yourself because you are only 32 and you feel like a homeless lady because you are two teeth short..........
well, that would just suck, wouldn't it?

This PSA is brought to you by someone who is going to love and nurture the crap out of the teeth she has left.

And i'm thinking that I ought to get diamonds from the tooth fairy.
Like a boatload.

And I dare you to make denture jokes.