The Horth Whithperer‏

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. 'Perhapth I should rephrathe
that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit'?

Courtesy of: Dad