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.