And buy chips and chocolate?

Here, Müller, have some chocolate.

Altai man that came in a chocolate egg.

If we sometimes read those sayings on chocolate wrappers instead of throwing them away, we would be spared many an illusion.

You want choco pie, banana or milk? Which one?

They die like flies from coronary thrombosis while their women sit under hair dryers eating chocolates and arranging for every second Tuesday to be some sort of Mother's Day.

On the morning of 25 October, he rose as usual at 6 00 am, drank a cup of hot chocolate, and went to his close stool, alone.