A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest
little lisp, "Excuthe me mithter, do you have widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeepers heart melts, he gets down on his knees, so 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 whispers, "I don't think my pet pyfon weally givth a thit.
This one is for you Ranchwife!!!!!
little lisp, "Excuthe me mithter, do you have widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeepers heart melts, he gets down on his knees, so 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 whispers, "I don't think my pet pyfon weally givth a thit.
This one is for you Ranchwife!!!!!
