I cut up my spaghetti with a knife and fork and then eat it. In front of my window. I don’t fear angry Italians.

I was lucky when I was cooking at a bar that the surfer/painter dentist down the road would let you pay in payments. Everyone at the bar went to him. He did good work too.

Canada too!! Because apparently teeth and eyes aren’t part of the body for universal healthcare. Luxury bones indeed.