The congregation liked their new clergyman, but were somewhat puzzled by his
speaking style. His first sermon ran only 8 minutes; the second Sunday he spoke
for 45 minutes; the third week he rattled on for an hour-and-a-half. That was
enough for the Board to summon him for a little chat.
To their relief, the preacher had a ready explanation. "The Saturday before the
first sermon, I had my teeth pulled and my mouth was still terribly sore. But,
by the time a week had gone by, I'd gotten used to my new dentures." Here the
minister paused, and blushed deeply.
"And as for last Sunday, well, I'm afraid that I picked up my wife's set of teeth by mistake!"