Jokes

He begins to stick a finger in her, but she stops him and says, “Put two fingers in.”He does so, but again she stops him and says,”Put three fingers in.”Again he obliges her and begins to put three fingers in.She stops him and says put your whole hand in.”So he does.Then she says,”Put your other hand in.”So he does and she says,”Now,clap.”He struggles to clap but couldn’t.She proudly proclaimed,”Tight huh!”

Age: 22 Height/Weight: 5 foot 7, 213 lbs Medication: None Duration: Three months at leastI’ve been a bit of a nervous wreck these last couple of months on account of some stuff related to fear of brain eating amoeba (something I’ve already talked about in a few different subreddits) and it’s relationship to speech difficulties. Anyway I started noticing a couple months back that I was having this linguistic slip ups. Words would come out combined with another or I would trail off and suddenly have to resume a sentence. I’m not asking for medical advice, but I’m just wondering if anxiety does some form of psychological damage to the way we talk and formulate words.

The leprechaun makes a deal with the man. If the man let’s him go he’ll grant the man 3 wishes. The man agrees and states “for my first wish I’ll have a pint of Guinness that never runs out”. The leprechaun wiggles his fingers and… Bam! A glass of Guinness appears. The man drinks it down, and it refills, he drinks another, and another. The leprechaun getting impatent says “I don’t got all day here what’s the other wishes?”. The man thinks for a minute and says “ah shite I guess I’ll take two more of these”.