A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?", 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 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 tw@t?"
Totally pissed-off 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 tw@t, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapths I should rephrase that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"
