Post by sweetpea on Aug 12, 2012 10:27:32 GMT
A precious little girl walks into a Pet store 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, crosses her little arms,
leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
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.
.
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.
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"I don't think my python weally gives a thit."
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, crosses her little arms,
leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"I don't think my python weally gives a thit."
