The Horth Whithperer

[Rebel Yell]

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 female horse.

'A female horth.'

So he shows him a prized filly.

'Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth'?

So the guy picks up the midget 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 him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.


The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.

'Perhapth I should rephrase that. 'Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit'?

[JB]

An oldie but goodie.

I don't think this is funny coming just one day after gingersnap posted that story about the stolen horse.

Where's your humanity?

:D

[newshutr]

An oldie but goodie.

I don't think this is funny coming just one day after gingersnap posted that story about the stolen horse.

Where's your humanity?

:D

Now with more humanity than ever...

[Rebel Yell]

An oldie but goodie.

I don't think this is funny coming just one day after gingersnap posted that story about the stolen horse.

Where's your humanity?

:D

I didn't know about the horse. My sisters horse died sometime Monday night. Cricket was 33 yrs old.