My brother Danny occasionally calls me Chiclet since my front teeth are large and square like discolored white chiclets. Or he'll say, "How are your chiclets?" as if they have feelings and concerns. Which, they do. Here's me with one, full-squared, pretty darn happy Chiclet. My Chiclet is psyched because my brother Danny had just gotten b-mitzvahed which means I got to eat a lot of candy. Note the '82 ruffles.
