A midget who had a very bad lisp won a rather large sum of money
in a lottery and decided to invest his money in Thoroughbred
horses. After reading the best horse breeders were in Kentucky,
he flew down to look at some prospective mares. He contacted the
first breeder and was interested in one mare in particular. He
didn’t really know what to look for in a horse, so he decided to
try and bluff his way through it.
”May I thee her teef?” the midget with the lisp asked. The horse
breeder saw he was too short to see for himself so he lifted the
midget up and the midget opened up the horse’s mouth and looked
inside at the horse’s teeth. The horse owner then let him back
down to the ground.
”May I thee her eye-ths?” the midget asked again. The owner once
again lifted him up the midget looked into the horse’s eyes and
the owner returned him to the ground again.
”May I thee her ear-ths? the midget asked yet again. With
considerable effort, the horse breeder sighed and lifted the
lisping midget up to the horse’s ears to inspect them.
”May I thee her twat?” the lisping midget asked once again. By
this time the breeder was really getting tired of lifting shorty
up, so he lifted the midget up, raised the horses tail and
smashes the midget’s face into the horse’s vagina. ”Here take a
GOOD look!” the horse owner says and drops the midget to the
Spitting profusely, the lisping midget replies, ”Perhapths I
thould rephrase that. May I thee her gallop?”