A pastor went to the dentist to get a set of false teeth.
The first Sunday after getting them, he preached for only eight minutes.
The second Sunday, he managed ten minutes.
But on the third Sunday, he preached nonstop for nearly three hours, until the congregation finally helped him sit down.
Concerned for his health, they asked, “Pastor, are you okay? What happened?”
The pastor explained,
“Well, the first Sunday, my gums were so sore I couldn’t preach longer than eight minutes.
The second Sunday, I was still adjusting, so I went ten minutes.
But today… I accidentally put in my wife’s teeth—and I couldn’t shut up!”