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 arse, 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?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

A natural mistake