The Horth

The Horth

A guy calls his mate who is a horse breeder and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. His mate 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 gettin' 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 <deleted>"? Totally mad as fire at this point, the breeder grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's <deleted>, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrase that; can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?