An aged girl, effectively into her eighties, slowly entered the entrance door of a ‘S*x Store’.
Clearly very unstable on her toes, she wobbled the few toes throughout to the counter.
Lastly grabbing the counter for assist, and s-tut-ter- ing, she requested the gross sales clerk,
“Dooo youuuu have dilllldooos?”
The clerk, (making an attempt laborious to not snicker), politely replied,
“Sure we do have d*ld*s. Really we supply many alternative fashions. . .”
The outdated girl then requested:
“Doooo youuuu carrryy aaa pppinkk onnee, tttenn inchessss lllong aaandd
aabboutt ttwoo inchesss ththiickk … aaand rrunns on bbaatteries ?”
Attempting to not snicker, and with a bit smile creeping round his mouth, the clerk responded,
“Sure, Sure we do.”
She stammered,
“Dddooo yyoouu kknnnooww hhhoww ttooo ttturrrnn iittt offff?”
