This is what coworkes send me via email:

A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, "Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?"

The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets fown on his knees so that he's on her level, and says,"Do you want and widdle white wavvit ot a thoft fluffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown wabbit over there?"

The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and whispers..."I don't weally fink my pyfon gives a phuk."

...

My pyfon doesn't give a phuk.