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Discuss The horth whithperer in Miscellaneous on Navy Net; 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 ...
- 14-04-12, 07:00 #1
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The horth whithperer
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 twat?'
Totally mad at this point, the breeder grabs him under his arms and
rams the dwarf's head 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?'
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