when one mentioned that he was going to go to Dr. T for a new set of dentures the next morning.
His elderly buddy remarked that he, too, had gone to the very same dentist two years before.
“Is that so?” asked the first old guy.
“Did he do a good job?”
The second oldster replied,
“Well, I was on the golf course yesterday when a guy on the next fairway hooked a shot. The ball must have been going at least 180 mph when it slammed me on the lower part of my body.
The first old guy was confused and asked,
“What the hell does that have to do with your dentures?”
“It was the first time in two years my teeth didn’t hurt.”