Horthes

[tartanterrier]

The "Horth"

A guy calls his buddy, a ***** rancher, and says he's sending a
friend over to look at a *****.

The buddy says, "How will I recognize him?"

"That's easy," says the guy, "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 *****.

"A female horth," says the midget.

So he shows him a prized filly.

"Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?" asks the midget.

So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the *****'s eyes the once
over. "Nith eyeth," notes the midget. "Can I thee her earzth"?

So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the *****'s ears.

"Nith earzth," comments the midget. "Can I see her mouf"?

The rancher is getting pretty annoyed by this point, but he picks him
up again and shows him the *****'s mouth.

"Nice mouf," states the midget. "Can I see her twat?"

Totally fed up at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arm and
jams the midget's head as far as he can up the *****'s you-know-what,
pulls him out and slams him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should
rephrathe that?" says the midget. "Can I thee her wun awound a widdle
bit?" :rofl: