A guy calls his mate the horse rancher and says he's sending a friend over
to look at a horse.
His mate asks "How will I recognise him?"
The first bloke says, "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," came the reply.
So he shows him a prized filly.
"Nith looking 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 gettin' pretty ****ed off by this point, but he picks him up
again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nith mouf, can I see her twat"?
Totally seeing red at this point, the rancher grabs the midget under his
arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls
him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing and says,
"Perhapth I should rephrase that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit"?
