A couple of old guys (we're talking like really old, wrinkly old farts)
were playing golf when one said he was going to Dr. Marshall 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 must have been going 200 mph
when it hit me square in the balls."
"What does that have to do with your teeth?" asked the first.
"Well," the first old-timer explained, "that was the first time in
two years my teeth didn't hurt."
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