There was an English Vicar who visited regularly in his parish. One of his regular calls was at the home of old Mrs Jones.
Each time the vicar was getting ready to go, Mrs Jones would rummage in her bag and produce a bag of brazil nuts, which she would always present to the kindly priest.
After several occasions, the vicar objected, "No, Mrs Jones, I really cannot go on accepting this gift. Brazil nuts are expensive, and you really should not be buying them for me like this."
"Oh, Vicar!" Mrs Jones raised her hand to silence his objection. "I don't buy them, my daughter brings them to me. The truth is that I don't have my own teeth. All I can manage to do is suck off the chocolate."
Andrew
that's wonderful!