A guy calls his buddy the horse rancher, and says he's sending
a friend over to look at a horse. His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"
"That's easy; he's a midget with a speech impediment."
The midget shows up and the rancher asks him if he's looking for a Male or female horse.
"A female horth," replies the midget.
So, the rancher shows him a prized filly.
"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?"
The rancher picks up the midget and He gives the horse's eyes the once over.
"Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzths?" So, the rancher picks the little Fella up again and shows him the horse's ears.
"Nith earzths, can I see her mouf?"
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he Picks up the midget again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nice mouf, can I see her twat?"
Mad as hell at this point, the rancher grabs the midget under his arms and rams his head as far as he can up the horse's requested part, pulls him out, and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up wiping his eyes, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I should rephrase that...


"Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"
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