I thought this was funny--my dad sent it to me in an e-mail.
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and
asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing
teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his
knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you
want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit
over there?"
She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on
her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
"I don't think my python weally gives a th**."
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and
asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing
teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his
knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you
want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit
over there?"
She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on
her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
"I don't think my python weally gives a th**."
Tomorrow holds a brighter future.
