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.'
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, can 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 getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up
again and shows him the horse's mouth.
'Nice mouf, can I see her t w a t'?
Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams
the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls him out and slams
him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
'Perhapth I should wephrase that.
Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit'?
Ah yes some of you are nuttier than squirrel shit..