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 asked "How will I recognize him?"
"Thats easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment."
So, the miget shows up, and Sam asks him if he is looking for a male or a female horse.
"A female horth"
So he shows him a prize philly,
"Nith lookin horth. Can I see her eyeth?"
Sam picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over.
"Nith Eyeth, can I see her earzth?" So he picks up the lil fella again, and shows him the horses ears.
"Nith earzth, can I see her mouf?"
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but picks him up again and shows him the horses mouth.
"Nice mouf, can I see her twat?"
Totally mad at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midgets's head as far as he can up the horses twat, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapths I should rephrase that; Can I see her wun awound a wddlebit."
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