The horth whithperer (adult)

Bob calls his buddy Sam, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. Sam asks 'How will I recognize him?'
'That's easy,he's a midget with a speech impediment.'
So, the midget shows up, and Sam 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?'
Sam 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 gettin' pretty irritated at this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth.
'Nice mouf, can I see her twat?'
Totally insulted by this point, the rancher rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's twat, then pulls him out and slams him to the ground.
The midget gets up sputtering and coughing.
'Perhapth I thould rephrathe that; Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?