I suffer from kleptomania... When it gets really bad, I take something for it!
I wrote a song about a tortilla. However, I changed my mind. Now it's a wrap.
I met a Russian Dentist and his name was Anesthesia. I thought this could be love. Sadly, I felt nothing.
I tripped on an ax, I fell and broke my tooth. It wasn't intentional. It was ax-dental.