A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest
little lisp: "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabiths?"
And the shopkeeper gets down one 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?"
She in turn puts her hands on her knees, bends forward and
says,
"I don't fink my pyfon gives a f*ck!"