The Horth

The Guy calls his buddy the horse rancher and says he’s sending a friend over to look at a horse.

The buddy says, “how will I recognize him?”

“That’s easy, he’s a midget with a speech impediment.”

So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he’s looking for a male or female horse.

“A female horth.”

So he shows him a prized filly.

“Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth”?

So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse’s eyes the once over “Nith eyeth, an I thee her earzth”?

So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse’s ears.

“Nith earzth. can I see her mouf”?

The rancher is gettin pretty pissed off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse’s mouth.

“Nice mouf, can I see her twat”?

Totally pissed at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arm and jams the midget’s head as far as he can up the horse’s you-know-what, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. “Perhapth I should rephrathe that”.

“Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit”?er wun awound a widdle bit”?