Sentences with phrase «feel around his teeth»

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I've been giving into my sweet tooth so much lately (I just posted a recipe for salted caramel turtle bites) but these seem like that perfect thing to have around when you need a little something and don't want to feel guilty about eating them.

I want to speak up in favor of the regular almond milk variety, though, because it's still subtly sweet, it's got an amazing aroma and faint taste of almonds, which makes me melt, and it's not so sweet that it knocks my socks off, makes my teeth hurt, and I wander around feeling like I'm in a sugar coma.

Keith says that as he hurriedly skated to the bench, he could feel seven of his front teeth either hanging on by fibrous threads or rattling around in his mouth.

There's nothing worse than feeling as though you have to walk around with your mouth tightly shut because you're ashamed of your teeth.

It is a feeling of pain in your teeth or around your jaws.

Our dentist must see us as a walking pay cheque we have spent around # 9,000 between us in that dentists over the last 3 years (and we ai nt rich let me tell you) I have felt so uncomfortable about my teeth for so long i decided to save as hard as I could and went for it.

I'm shy until I feel comfortable around someone, Educated, Sincere, Conservative in my dress, I'm slim have all of my teeth, Brown Hair, Blue eyes and a good Sense of humor.

Refreshingly, the filmmakers do not feel the need to constantly advance the plot; one of the sweetest scenes has Oskar and his mother wandering around their apartment together while brushing their teeth!

Mundane tasks like brushing your teeth feel even more ridiculous now that you have to wave your arms around to do them, but once you settle in you find it helps the game flow a lot more than with a DualShock.

Not only is this a rather cheap way of increasing the games length, and a dull one at that, but it also feels rather out - of - place to be flying around the sodding galaxy looking for random artifacts when the Earth is getting its teeth kicked in by the Reapers.

Singing its praises in a poem that simply began, «I love you Harlem,» she went on to embrace its «abandoned and despised», to celebrate its mothers, with their «teeth missing» and «little black arms around their necks» and to draw the attention to the «rich deep vein of human feeling» to be found buried under all that urban bustle.