Guy goes into a bar.
 Bartender says, "What'll ya have, fella?"

 Guy says, "S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-scotch n-n-n-n-n-n s-s-s-s-s-soda."
 Barkeep fills the order, hands it to the guy who says th-th-th-th-thanks.

 Barkeep leans over the counter, motions to the guy, looks left and right, and
 whispers, "Friend, I know this ain't none of my business, but you know, I used
 to stutter a whole lot. But I found the cure. You interested?"

 "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sure!" says the Guy.

 Barkeep looks again, left and right. "My wife heard about this cure, so she
 performed all *kinds* of magical, passionate, kinky sex on me and with me.
 And, By-Golly, I was cured right then and there!"

 Guy thanks the bartender, tips him generously, and leaves.

 A week later the guy comes back into the bar.
 "What'll it be tonight, Friend?" asks the barkeep.

 Guy: "Yes, my good man, would you please mix for me one of your stupendous
       Scotch and Sodas, please?"

 Barkeep: "Sure thing, Friend, and your speech is incredible! Glad to see you
           got rid of your stuttering!"

 Guy: "Thank you, kind sir. And may I say that you have a very nice house."