One morning, a stud farm owner recieves a visit from a midget wanting to buy a horse. It's soon obvious that the dwarf has a speech impediment.
"Can I view a female horth?" he asks. Dutifully, the owner leads one out, and shows the midget the hooves and legs.
"That'th a thtrong looking beatht, for thure," says the gnomic breeder, nodding his head. "Can I thee her mouf?"
Confused as to how the tiny man will ride the animal, the farmer still picks up the midget and shows him him the horse's mouth. "Nith, healthy-looking horth," agrees the midget. "Move me awownd to her eerth..."
Now getting annoyed, the owner lifts up the midget one more time to look at the ears.
"Finally," says the Lilliputian, "can I see her twat?"
With that, the owner picks up the midget and shoves his head into the horse's vagina.
Pulling him out after a minute, the tiny man stumbles around, dazed. "Perhapth I thould rephrathe that," he says, shaking his head. "Can I thee her wun awownd?"
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