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 prized filly. She was really nice looking.
"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 ?"
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 , pulls
Him out and plops him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should
Rephrase that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"
