Subject: Horth WhithpererA 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 gettin' 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 twat, 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"?> > >