VD at the Dentist?

Terribly agitated, Richard 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 dick.”Richard, Richard,” said the dentist, taken aback.”I’m a dentist. If you think you have V.D., you need to see your regular doctor.” “It’s not V.D.,” gasped Richard, “and you’ve gotta help me. There’s a tooth stuck in it.”