tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7323944899628671748.post-28147203713484253632007-02-23T22:01:00.000-05:002007-02-23T22:02:38.487-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">While I normally try to maintain some sense of decorum and decency here at LID, sometimes things just find their way to my inbox that I can’t resist. You may have already received this yourselves, but I’m still ROFLing!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p><br /></o:p>A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">"Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?" </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and says, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">"Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft, fwuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown<span style=""> </span>wabbit over there?" <br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and whispers, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">"I <span style=""> </span>weally don’t fink my pet pyfon gives a phuk." <o:p></o:p></p>C. Freynoreply@blogger.com