Was thinking of the Quarter Horse discussion the other night and this came to mind tonight Big Grins to y'all from N. FLThe 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 guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse. "A youn female horth."
So he shows him a prized filly. "Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"? So the rancher 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 filly's mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her tw_t"? 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 filly’s tw_t, pulls him out and slams him on the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth thir I should refwaze that; can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?"
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