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. The other remarked that he too had gone to Dr. Taylor 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 in the stomach. That," he added, "was the first time in two years my teeth didn't hurt."