The Horth Withperer

Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 3:04 pm Post subject: The Horth Withperer

Bob calls his buddy Sam, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a
friend over to look at a horse. Sam asks "How will I recognize him?
"That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment. "

So, the midget shows up and Sam asks him if he's looking for a male or
female horse. "A female horth." So he shows him a prize filly. "Nith
lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"? Sam 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 twat"?

Totally mad 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 twat, holds him there
kicking, pulls him out, and drops him on the ground. The midget gets up,
sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrase that; Can I thee
her wun awound a widdow bit?"