The Horth Whithperer
 

A guy calls his buddy, a 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 rancher asks if he's looking for a male or a female horse. "A female horth."

So he shows him a prized filly.

"Nith lookin horth. Can I see her eyeth?"

So he picks the midget up and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.

"Nith eyeth. Can I see her earzth?"

So he picks the little fellow up and shows him the horse's ears.

"Nith earzth. Can I see her mouf?"

The rancher, beginning to get irritated, picks him up and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nice mouf. Can I see her twat?"

Totally ticked at this time, the rancher picks the midget up and slams him head-first into the female nether regions of the horse, pulls him out feet first and slams the midget to the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrathe that. Could I see her wun around a widdlebit?"

Re: The Horth Whithperer
 

:r:r Been a while but funny every time I hear or read it. Thanks.

Re: The Horth Whithperer
 

Very good!:r:r:r