"Dentist Foes"

Terribly agitated, Jack rushed into his dentist's
examining room and ushered the hygienist firmly
to the door. Once he was alone with the doctor,
he unzipped his fly and gingerly pulled out his
pecker.

"Jack, Jack," said the dentist, taken aback. "I am
a dentist. If you think you have V.D., you need to
see your regular doctor."

"It is not V.D.," gasped Jack, "and you have gotta
help me. There is a tooth stuck in it."