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Mar 18
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The Horth WhitphererMidgets Comments Off
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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’?