March 2, 200422 yr 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"?
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