One day a little old lady walked into a sex shop.The clerk couldn't help notice her, first, because she reminded him of his dear old grandmother, and secondly because she was twitching violently, as if she had som kind of nervous disorder. "Young m-m-m-man"she stammered to the clerk"Do you sell v-v-v-vibrators here?" Yes, ma'a, , we do he replied, a little embarrassed. "B-b-b-big, fl-fl-fl-fluorescent oh-oh orange ones?"she asked.

Yes ma'am, we have some like that. The ti-ti-type about s-s-s-sixteen inches l-l-l-long? Yes ma'am, we have got just about any size you'd want.

The k-k-kind that t-t-t-takes eight D-D-D- cell ba-ba-batteries? Yes ma'am, we carry some like that. Well, cu-cu-could you tell me how the fa-fa-f**k you turn it off?