>>>>> THE HORTH WHITHPERER
>>>>>
>>>>> 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 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 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."
>>>>>
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