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.



"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 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 midget' s head as far as he can up the horse's twat, 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?"