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.”