Frank was walking down the street one day, when he runs into his buddy Joe.
Joe asks Frank how he's doing and Frank replies, "N-N-Not b-b-bad, b-b-but
I've d-d-developed th-th-this s-s-stutter from a c-c-car accident I was
r-r-recently involved in. N-N-Now my l-l-love life s-s-sucks, and I
c-c-can't f-f-find a j-j-job."

Joe tells him of this speech therapist he knows and recommends he go see the
guy. Frank agrees and thanks him.

A couple of weeks later, they run into each other again and Joe asks Frank
how he made out. "Thank you for the referral. He cured me just by making me
talk slower. Now I have a good job and I'm engaged to the boss' daughter."
"That's excellent! Congratulations!" replied Joe, and off they went their
separate ways. Another two weeks or so pass and once again Frank and Joe
meet on the street.

"Hey, Frank, how's it going?" asks Joe. "Terrible," says Frank. "I'm no
longer engaged and I lost my job."

"Why? What could have happened in two weeks Frank?"

"Well, the other night I was having dinner at the boss' house and the cat
was scratching behind his ear. I said 'Look, Honey! That's what you do to
me,' but by the time I finished what I was saying the cat was licking his
balls."