A guy calls his buddy, the 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 guy 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" So, the guys picks the midget up 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 ticked off by this point, but he picks him up, again, and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her twat"? Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs the little guy under the arms and sticks the midget's head as far up the horse's fanny as he can. pulls him back out and plops him on the ground. The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth, I shoud refwase that." "can I thee her wun awound a widlebit"?