THE HORTH WHITHPERER
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 twat"?
>
> 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 rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun
> awound a widdlebit"?



