Bob called his buddy Sam, the horse Rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. Sam ask's, " How will I recognize him?" "That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment." So, the midget show up, and Sam asks him 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 thee her eyeth?" Sam picks up the midget and he gives the horses eye's the once over. "Nith eyeth, can I see her earzth?" So he picks the little fella up again and shows him the horses ears. "Nith earzth, can I see her mouf?" The rancher is getting pretty irritated at this point, but picks him up again and shows him the horses mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her twat?" Totally ticked at this point, the rancher grabs the midget under his arms and rams his head as far as he can up the horses twat, pulls him out and sets him on the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrath that; can I thee her wun awound a widdlbit?"