> 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 thee 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.
> 
> "Nith 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?"