About 3 weeks ago I went to breakfast with my mom and dad. We order, dad b*tches about whatever (his favorite hobby).
Get our food, he eats a spinach salad (yeah, he's weird) and complains about how tough the chicken breast is. Nothing new...b*tchidy b*tch.
Next thing I hear? *plink, ting ting* WHAT.
Dad's tooth (crown) fell out of his gaping mouth INTO the plate and was rattling around the dang bowl and mom and I are trying to hold in our laughter.
Seriously, I *STILL* think it is funny.
He just promptly picked it up, said "oh damn" and placed it in his pocket.
WTF.