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Fuwwy Wabbit..........Joke.

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OK, heard this and had to share it. I almost wet my pants when my boss told it to me in a "perfect" lisp.
It was hard to even write it, let alone try to say it out loud from memory.

Here ya go...............

A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp, "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 quiet voice, "Fwankly mithter, I don't fink my pet pyfon weally gives a thit." :eatsmiley

Ciao,
Rick
 
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