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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