Here goes...and this is for our Irish lot:-
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.
Finally, thoroughly exasperated, she said, ‘If any of you can tell me the name of the town where you were born, without stuttering, 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’, he said.
‘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 wild sex for you either afraid, Hamish.
How about you, Paddy?’.
The Irishman took a deep breath and eventually blurted out, ‘London’.
‘That’s Brilliant, Paddy!’, said the speech therapist and immediately set about living up to her promise.
After 15 minutes of exceptionally steamy wild sex, the couple paused for breath and Paddy said, ‘d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-erry’
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