Had to share:
A precious little girl walks into a pet 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.