THE HORTH WHITHPERER

[Marc(NB)]

>
>
> A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend
> over to look at a horse he has for sale.
>
> His buddy asks, 'How will I recognize him?'
>
> 'That's easy; he's a dwarf with a speech impediment.'
>
> So, the dwarf 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 dwarf 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 thee her mouf?'
>
> The rancher is getting 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 dwarf's head up the horse's fanny, 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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