When I was eight or so, I flipped while balancing on the top of some monkey bars on a playground. I cracked my tooth and, to this day, I have a fake tooth bolted to the root of my original tooth. The bolt has held up pretty well for over 30 years, but the fake enamel wears away faster my real teeth. The year before I got married, my dentist fixed up the corner of the tooth so I would look sharp for the wedding pictures.
We were out eating some lobster at a dim sum place over the holidays and I lost that chip, so now everyone at school thinks I recently chipped my tooth.
"How did it happen?" I just tell them "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

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