One day a little old lady walked into a sex shop.

The young clerk couldn't help but notice her, first because she reminded him of his grandmother, and second because she was twitching violently and trembling even more than his grandmother did. "Young m-m-man' she stammered to the clerk, Do you sell v-vibrators here"? "Yes ma'am we do" he replied , a little embarrassed.

"b-b-big fl-flourescent oh-oh orange ones"? asked the old lady. "Yes ma'am, we have some like that." He said.

"The t-t-type about s-s-sixteen inches l-l-long?" she askes "Yes ma'am, we have got just about any size you want, " said the clerk. "The k-k-kind that t-t-takes eight D-D-D cell b-b-b-batteries?" She asked "Yes ma'am we carry some of those too.

" He said. "Well, c-could you t-t-tell me how the h-h-hell you turn it off"?