The Horth Whithperer
			 
			 
			
		
		
		
			
			A guy calls his buddy, a 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 rancher asks if he's looking for a male or a female horse.  "A female horth." 
 
So he shows him a prized filly. 
 
"Nith lookin horth.  Can I see her eyeth?" 
 
So he picks the midget up and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. 
 
"Nith eyeth.  Can I see her earzth?" 
 
So he picks the little fellow up and shows him the horse's ears. 
 
"Nith earzth.  Can I see her mouf?" 
 
The rancher, beginning to get irritated, picks him up and shows him the horse's mouth. 
 
"Nice mouf.  Can I see her twat?" 
 
Totally ticked at this time, the rancher picks the midget up and slams him head-first into the female nether regions of the horse, pulls him out feet first and slams the midget to the ground. 
 
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.  "Perhapth I should rephrathe that.  Could I see her wun around a widdlebit?"
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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