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Popcorn? You want me to eat popcorn with these teeth said Sally Goldenberg, a hefty ninety year old widow.

Relax, Homer, her seventy eight year old toyboy replied, I am making nachos as well.

Nachos she shrieked, you know I can't eat nachos, are you trying to starve me to death? Nachos give me heartburn.

Just then the doorbell rang and a few minutes later, Homer appeared with a large pizza box and a patient smile.

Sally, who outweighed him by a good three hundred pounds, snatched the box from his hands and gobbled down three slices without stopping. Only as her throat constricted did she notice the taste of shrimp to which she had a fatal allergy.

As Sally lay gasping her last breaths on the floor, Homer mused to himself, I wonder if the undertaker can be bribed to stitch up her mouth for the funeral.