A couple of old guys were golfing one day, when one of the men said that he was going to go to Dr. Basil for a new set of dentures in the morning.
His elderly friend remarked that he, too, had gone to the very same dentist two years before.
“Is that so?” the first old gentleman asked. “Did he do a good job?”
The second gent replied, “Well, I was on the golf course yesterday when the fellow on the ninth hole hooked a shot.
The ball must have been going at least 200 mph when it smacked me right in the crotch.”
The first old guy was confused and asked, “What does that have to do with your dentures?”
The second man answered, “That was the first time in two years that my teeth didn’t hurt.”
