A bloke calls his mate, the horse breeder, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His mate asks, 'How will I recognize him?'
'That's easy; he's a dwarf with a speech impediment.'
So, the dwarf shows up, and the breeder asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse.
'A female horth.'
So he shows him a prized filly.
'Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth?'
So the breeder picks up the dwarf 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 thee her mouf?'
The breeder 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 tw**?'
Totally mad at this point, the breeder grabs him under his arms and rams the dwarf's head up the horse's fa**y pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
'Perhapth I thould wephwase that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?'
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