Yorkshireman went into the jewellers. He was constantly chewing. The salesgirl said, "Can I help you sir?"

"Aye" he said, still chewing. "I'd like one 'o them theer gold rings."

"Yes sir, wedding or engagement?"

"Weddin', tha knows," he said, chewing constantly.

"Eighteen carats?" said the girl.

"Nay lass," he said. "It's toffee an' I've gorrit stuck in me teeth."