A retired footballer went way out bush on business,having nothing to do on the saturday morning he decided to take in the local footy game,only to be recognized by the club secretary.
"Say!I remember you!You used to play for the Broncos didn't you?"
"Yeh,I did,but I hung my boots up when I got that kick in the mouth and finished up with dentures"
"Listen,we're one man short today,and most of our guys wear dentures,how about filling in for us?"
So he played in the game,and wouldnt you know it,he got kicked in the mouth and broke his dentures.
"Oh no!"he said to the secretary,"I've got to speak at a meeting tonight,is there anywhere I can get these repaired?"
"Not out here on a Saturday mate,but come home with me,have a few beers and we'll see what we can do."
"So after a few beers the Club Secretary left the room,then came back in with a set of false teeth.
"No they're no good,don't fit"
"So he went out and came back in with another set.
"No good...dont fit"
This went on seven or eight times untill at last they got a set thet were a perfect fit.
"Gee!How lucky can you be to meet a Dental Surgeon way out here and get a set of false teeth!" says the footballer.
"Oh!I'm not a Dental Surgeon,I"m an Undertaker!"
[This message was edited by Tony Davis on 11-19-99]