A couple of old guys were golfing when one said he was going to Dr. Taylor for a
new set of dentures in the morning.
His friend remarked that he had gone
to the same dentist a few years before. "Is that so?" the first said. "Did he do
a good job?"
"Well, I was on the course yesterday when the fellow on the
ninth hole hooked a shot," he said.
"The ball most have been going 200 mph when
it hit me in the stomach.
That," he added, "was the first time in two years my
teeth didn't hurt."