The dentist was called away from the dinner table to take an urgent phone
call. It was Mr. Tuckerman, explaining that young Junior had gotten
himself into quite a fix.
"See, he was kissing his girlfriend, and when my wife and I came back from
the movies we found them stuck together."
"I'll come right over, Mr. Tuckerman," said the dentist calmly, "and don't
worry about a thing. I have to unlock teenagers' braces all the time."
Mr. Tuckerman whispered, "Yes, but from an IUD?"
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