At a dinner party, one of the guests was having trouble with his steak. The fellow next to him noticed his trouble, saying, "That steak looks kind of tough...like the kind that insists on mooing."
"No, it's not the steak. It's my teeth. They keep slipping around in my mouth."
"I believe I can help you." The man reached into his pocket, saying, "Here, try this set."
But that one didn't fit either. So he pulled out a couple more and one of them fit just fine.
"Say this set is just great," the troubled man said. "But how come you had so many sets of teeth with you? You must be a dentist."
"Nope. Undertaker."
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