Thursday, February 16, 2012

Sure Happy It's Thursday



THE HORTH WHITHPERER

If you don't laugh out loud at this, you're just not trying!!

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 rephwase that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit?'



Almost anything goes today ...almost

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