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02-20-2009, 07:14 PM | #1 |
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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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02-21-2009, 10:28 AM | #2 |
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Re: The Horth Whithperer
Been a while but funny every time I hear or read it. Thanks.
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