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 overthere?"
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 thit."
Easter Wabbit? Or not?
Member #: 5567
Registered: 1996-2001
Posted:
3797
Name:
John
Company:
County Gov
Occupation:
Fiber Design, Construction, Maintenance
Location:
Washington DC
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