The speech therapist.

A very pretty young speech therapist was getting nowhere with her Stammerers Action Group.
She had tried every technique in the book without the slightest success. No one was improving.
Finally, thoroughly exasperated, she said “If any of you can tell me, without stuttering, the name of the town where you were born.
I will have wild and passionate sex with you until your muscles ache and your eyes water.
So, who wants to go first?”
The Englishman piped up. “B-b-b-b-b-b-b-irmingham.”
“That’s no use, Trevor,” said the speech therapist. “Who’s next?”
The Scotsman raised his hand and blurted out “P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-aisley..”
“That’s no better. There’ll be no sex for you, I’m afraid, Hamish.
How about you, Paddy?”
The Irishman took a deep breath and eventually blurted out ” London ..”
“Brilliant, Paddy!” said the speech therapist and immediately set about living up to her promise.
After 15 minutes of exceptionally steamy sex, the couple paused for breath and Paddy then said “…………-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-erry”.

10 responses to “The speech therapist.

  1. Excellent! πŸ™‚

  2. Oh that’s a good one, Harry. πŸ˜‰

  3. Harry, mark your calendar for Thursday–come to my party!

  4. Awesome Harry! πŸ˜†

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