Recieved this in an email today. Don't know if it's caressed this board already. But if it has, here it is again:
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 quiet
voice, "I don't think my python weally gives a thit."
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 quiet
voice, "I don't think my python weally gives a thit."
