The Horth Whithperer

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A 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 nose right up to the horses

rear, pulls him back 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"?
 
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