>
> Widdle Wabbit
> A precious little girl walks into a Petsmart 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 thit."
> Widdle Wabbit
> A precious little girl walks into a Petsmart 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 thit."
