Mar 18

A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he’s sending a friend over to look at a horse.
Rancher asks, ‘How will I recognize him?’
‘That’s easy; he’s a midget with a speech impediment.’

The midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he’s looking for a male or female horse. ‘A female horth.’

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 chap up again, and holds him up to the horse’s ears.

‘Nith earzth, can I see her mouf’?

The rancher is getting pretty ticked off, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse’s mouth.

‘Nice mouf, can I see her twot’?

The rancher grabs him and rubs the midget’s face in the horse’s fanny, then drops him to the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.

‘Perhapth I should rephrase that. Can I thee her wun awound the paddock’?

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