The Horth Withperer
Bob calls his buddy Sam, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a
friend over to look at a horse. Sam asks 'How will I recognize him?'
'That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment.'
So, the midget shows up, and Sam 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?' Sam 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 gettin' pretty irritated at this point, but he picks him
up again and shows him the horse's mouth. 'Nice mouf, can I see her tw@?'
Totally ticked at this point, the rancher grabs the midget under his arms and rams his head as far as he can up the horse's tw@, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. 'Perhapth I should
rephrase that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?'
The Horth withperer
The Horth withperer
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."
