Horse For Sale

A guy calls his buddy the horse rancher and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse he has for sale. The buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"

"That's easy. He's a midget with a speech impediment."

Indeed the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse. The midget answers, "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 see her mouf?" The rancher is getting pretty irritated by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nice mouf, can I see her twat?" Totally irritated at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arm and jams the midget's face right under horse's tail, pulls him away and drops him on the ground.

The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.

"Perhapth I should rephrathe that. "Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit?"