A very pretty young speech therapist was getting absolutely nowhere with her Stammer’s Action Group.
She had tried every technique in the book, but still they stammered and stuttered.
Finally, totally exasperated, she said: "If any of you can tell me where you were born,
without stuttering, you can come out with me for an evening at a nightclub."
The thought of going out with such a pretty lady got then trying really hard to beat the stuttering.
The Englishman immediately 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:
"G-g-g-g-g-g-gl-lasgow".
“That's no better either, Hamish. Now, how about you, Paddy?”
The Irishman took a deep breath, counted to 5, clenched both fists at his sides and
eventually blurted out:. . . . . “London ".
“Absolutely Brilliant, Paddy!” said the speech therapist."You win the night out".
..."d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-erry".
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