A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a\nfriend over to look at a horse.\n\nHis buddy asks, 'How will I recognize him?'\n\n'That's easy; he's a midget with a speech impediment.'\n\nSo, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he's looking for a\nmale or female horse.\n\n'A female horth.'\n\nSo he shows him a prized filly.\n\n'Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth'?\n\nSo the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once\nover.\n\n'Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth'?\n\nSo he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears.\n\n'Nith earzth, can I see her mouf'?\n\nThe rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks\nhim up again and shows him the horse's mouth.\n\n'Nice mouf, can I thee her twat'?\n\nTotally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him\n\nunder his\narms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny,\npulls him out and slams him on the ground.\n\nThe midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.\n\n'Perhapth I should rephrase that, 'Can I thee her wun awound a\nwiddlebit'?