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As a matter of fact, i saw one that was just your type. His teeth were bucked, beautiful and shiny and protruding from his string thin lips. His ears stuck out in such a manner that you could easily mistake them for the fake ones, especially incombination with his bushy moustache and large plastic glasses.
The gentleman walked with a jarring gate, head down, arms swinging, feet shuffling. he coughed as he passed and said his name was "Winklefungerbon".
Then i said "sir! may i impose upon you to telephone my sister?"
And he said *cough* "why certain' miss. i shall do that post haste as soon's i finish my chimney sweepin'"
Therefore he should be telephoning you shortly.
By the way, i think his first name was "Bunglecupter"
I wrote a poem about it entitled
"Jolly Day in the Gay House"
*For it was a jolly day
When Bunglecupter came aloft
He bang'ed his lance upon the door
Smote he the maid in the face when she open'ed it.
Madame, or shall i callest thee "dumpling" he requested inquisitively
Shalt thou bequeath me with one of thine spiced ham in metal plating thence i may eateth tonight?
Why yes my good Winklefungerbonne" she intoned in a hollow voice before throwing the can of "Spiced HAM" at him.
He was like WTF?
And she was all "HMMPH!"
THE END