Monday Mirth

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."

A clergyman walking down a country lane and sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.

'You look hot, my son,' said the cleric. 'why don't you rest a moment, and I'll give you a hand.'

'No thanks,' said the young man. 'My father wouldn't like it.'

'Don't be silly,' the minister said. 'Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water.'

Again the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, 'Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I'll give him a piece of my mind!'

'Well,' replied the young farmer, 'he's under the load of hay.'

 

Why did Dick Whittington have a beard?
Because nine out of ten owners find that their cats prefer whiskers.

The Wolf Man comes home one day from a long day at the office. "How was work, dear?" his wife asks. 

"Listen! I don't want to talk about work!" he shouts. 

"Okay. Would you like to sit down and eat a nice home cooked meal?" she asks nicely. 

"Listen!" he shouts again. "I'm not hungry! I don't wanna eat! All right! Is that all right with you? Can I come home from work and just do my own thing without you forcing food down my throat? Huh?" 

At this moment, the wolf man started growling, and throwing things around the apartment in a mad rage. 

Looking out the window, his wife sees a full moon and says to herself, "Well, I guess it's that time of the month."