Lisp

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." 
 

dasmuggler dasmuggler
36-40, M
2 Responses Feb 22, 2009

Wonderful!!!

ahahaha funny