My nephew Michael came to spend a couple of days with me here in Houston. During an outing in North Houston he found what many of us would call Grillz. He is purchasing a pair. What in the world. My sister is going to kill me when he gets back to Louisiana with bling bling all hooked to his dentures. I should’ve intervened but I was too busy looking at the fake Izod (the little alligator polos) shirts. Needless to say, I didn’t buy one and by now you’ve figured out we were in a flea market. Yes, The Insite went to the flea market. See the actual purchased grill above.