(Sorry if this is a repeat...)
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, "Do you keep widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper get down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She puts her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pet python weally gives a thit."
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, "Do you keep widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper get down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?"
She puts her hands on her knees, leans forward, and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pet python weally gives a thit."