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Originally Posted by student4ever
A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?"
And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks: "Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?"
The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "I don't fink my pyfon really giveths a thit."
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The same wittle gurl's brudder walks into a different pet store, and asks the keeper, "Hey Mister ... Can I get some
boyd seed??
The shopkeeper says "Pardon me?", to which the little boy repeats "Hey Mister ... Can I please get some
boyd seed??
The shop keeper says "Well, its caled BIRD SEED, not boyd seed, so you go home and practice, and come back when you can say it properly ..."
The little boy leaves, and comes back in two days. As the shopkeeper approaches, the little boy asks, "Hey Mister ... Can I PUH-LEASE have some
boyd seed?!?
Again, the shopkeeper explains to him it is called BIRD SEED, and he is to go home and practice, and come back when he can say it properly ...
Two more days pass, and the little boy again enters the pet store. The shopkeeper approaches him and the boy asks, "Hey Mister ... do ya wanna buy a
dead boyd?!?"
