Without Gorm, Part 3
Sid pointed to his mouth and told Frank:
"Dentist pulled my tooth out"
"Hurt?"
"I"
"Why?"
"Doesn't work"
"False?"
"No, it hurt!"
"False tooth?"
"No, it was mine"
"False teeeeeeth?"
Frank said now pointing to his mouth!
Silence
Gormless
"Tea?"
"Jammy dodger or custard cream?"
"Bourbons!"
"Not got none"
"Still got some left"
"Where"
"In my mouth!"
"Bourbons?"
"Teeth"
Without gorm, both men.
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