Ain’t It the Tooth
Old pals Allen and Donald were playing golf one morning when Allen announced, “I’m getting some dental work done tomorrow by a guy named Dr. Goldman.”
“No kidding,” Donald replied. “I went to him a couple years ago.”
“How did it turn out?” Allen asked.
“Well, I was playing the 11th hole yesterday when a ball came screaming at me from the 12th fairway and hit me right in the shin bone,” Donald said.
Perplexed, Allen asked, “What’s that got to do with Dr. Goldman?”
Replied Donald, “That was the first time in three years that my mouth didn’t hurt.”