THE HORTH WHITHPERER

THE HORTH WHITHPERER

If you can't laugh out loud at this,  there is no hope for you  and you might as well just roll over and play dead!!!

A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, 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 twat"?

Totally mad as fire 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 fanny, pulls him out and slams him
on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Pewhapth I thould wephrathe that. Can I thee her wun
awound a widdlebit"? 

Thanks Heidi