A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse."How will I recognize him?" he asks.
"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
mad at this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nith mouf, can I see her twat"? Totally angry at this point, the
rancher grabs him under his arm and jams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's ta-ta, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing."Perhapth I should rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?

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