Two old friends, Bob and Charlie, were out enjoying a round of golf on a sunny morning.
As they made their way to the next hole, Bob casually mentioned, “You know, Charlie, I’ve got an appointment with Dr. T tomorrow. Gonna get me a brand-new set of dentures.”
Charlie perked up at that. “Dr. T? I went to him a couple of years ago for the same thing!”
Bob raised an eyebrow. “Really? How’d it go? Did he do a good job?”
Charlie paused, scratching his head thoughtfully. “Well, let me tell you about yesterday. I was out here playing, just like today, when some guy on the next fairway completely hooked his shot. The ball came flying toward me like a missile, must’ve been going at least 180 miles per hour, and—WHAM!—right in the nuts.”
Bob winced just hearing the story. “Oof! That sounds painful.
But what’s that got to do with your dentures?”
Charlie grinned slyly and replied, “It was the first time in two years my teeth didn’t hurt!”
For a moment, Bob was silent. Then, the two old friends burst out laughing, their chuckles echoing across the course.