One day, the little old lady walked into sex-shop. The young officer was unable to help, but his declaration, first, because he reminded him of his dear old grandma, and secondly, because he was trembling and twitching violently, even more than his grandmother had.
"Young, m-m-m-a man?" he stammered, notary public, "you sell v-v-hieromalaitteet here?"
"Yes, we do kantoosi," he replied a bit embarrassed.
"B-B-b-a large fl-fl-fluorescent Ai-ai-Orange created?" asked the old lady.
"Yes, we have some kantoosi like."
"T-t-type data in s-s-s-sixteen inches l-l-l-l-a long time?"
"Yes, we got kantoosi almost any size, it is a good idea," said the young clerk.
"K, the same that the t-t-t-t-takes eight D-D-D cell b-b-b-b batteries?"
"Yes, we run some than the kantoosi."
"No, c-t s, could you tell me how the h-h-hell you turn it off?"
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