Monday 30 July 2007
TIMES ARE A CHANGING
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks,
"Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and says,
"Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft, fuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her
knees, leans forward and whispers ...
"I don't weally fink my pet pyfon gives a phuk"
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