Guy calls his buddy the horse rancher and says he's sending a friend
over to look at a horse. "How will I recognize him?" "That's easy, he's
a midget with a speech impediment." Later, 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?" The guy picks up the midget so he can give the horse's eyes
the once over. "Nith eyeth. Can I thee her earzth?" Guy's buddy 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 pissed off by this
point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nith
mouf. Now, can I see her twat?" Well, the rancher is totally pissed off
at this point. He grabs the diminutive fellow under his arms and rams
his head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls him out and slams
him down to the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I should rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdle