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 shop keeper'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."

 

(as i am feeding Noah the boa right now)

 

 

Normally I would have to do a little creative editing,
but the punchline would be lost, so I'm leaving it.

The mental picture though.


phox

 

That's good classic... I heard it before...