This one is probably better told than read, but I rather enjoyed it when I first heard it, and it is one of the only non-filthy jokes that I know, so here we go.
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A rabbit hops down the street one bright and sunny day, his fluffy tail shaking, his perfectly white fur reflecting the sunlight. With a wide grin on his face he bounces into a butcher\'s shop.
\"Hello Mr. Butcher!\" he gleefully exclaims, \"Have you got any lettuce?\"
The butcher looks down over the bloodstained counter, somewhat confused and replies with a simple “No”
“OK Mr. Butcher!” and the rabbit hops off.
The very next day, just as he has finished serving Mrs Smith a nice bit of liver, the butcher hears the rabbit again: “Hello Mr. Butcher! Have you got any lettuce?”
Just as confused as before the butcher looks down and shakes his head. “No Mr. Rabbit, I don’t have any lettuce.”
“OK Mr. Butcher!” and Rabbit hops away.
Weeks pass, and each day the rabbit returns with the same cheery request.
“Hello Mr. Butcher! Have you got any lettuce?”
Each day the butcher’s patience grows thinner and thinner, his replies angrier and angrier, yet still the rabbit hops of with a cheery “OK Mr. Butcher!”
On the 17th day the rabbit returns, the same moronic grin on his face. “Hello Mr. Butcher! Have you got any lettuce?”
By now the butcher has had enough. “NO!! I don’t have any bloody lettuce. I run a butcher’s shop! We have beef, we have lamb, poultry, pies, game, offal, any cut of meat you might desire, but we don’t have any bloody lettuce! If you come in here and ask me that again I’m going to hammer you to the display in my window and sell you to the first customer that fancies you for their pot.”
“OK Mr. Butcher!” The rabbit chuckles, as happy as ever, and off he hops.
To the butcher’s amazement the fluffy white rabbit hops in the very next day. The butcher fixes him with a stern, angry, warning gaze as rabbit opens his mouth to talk, yet talk the rabbit does.
“Hello Mr Butcher!”
The butcher’s face begins to turn beetroot red with anger.
“Have you got any nails?” Comes the rabbit’s cheery question.
“Errr… no.” comes the butcher’s confused reply.
“Have you got any lettuce?” asks Mr Rabbit.