Yes, I remember that fateful summer like it was yesterday. Goats, iguanas some nuns and a fire hydrant. Very tragic. I should have seen it comming, but I wasn't fast enough. I don't know where I'd been today without my trusty straw.
I'm not a teeth kind of guy. I like implements, and I like them pretty. Dark wood or shiny and black. I like it if everything messy, (like drool) stays on the slave, and I'm all clean and smelling nicely.