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A guy calls his buddy, a horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
The buddy says, "How will I recognize him?"
"That's easy," says the guy, "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," says the midget.
So he shows him a prized filly.
"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?" asks the midget.
So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. "Nith eyeth," notes the midget. "Can I thee her earzth"?
So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.
"Nith earzth," comments the midget. "Can I see her mouf"?
The rancher is getting pretty annoyed by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
"Nice mouf," states the midget. "Can I see her twat?"
Totally fed up at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arm and jams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's you-know-what, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrathe that?" says the midget. "Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?"
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