Added on: 5th Oct 2013
A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp:
"Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?"
And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees,
so that he's on her level, and asks:
"Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby
or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?"
The little girl puts her hands on her knees,
leans forward and says in a quiet voice:
"I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."