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Guy calls his horse rancher buddy and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse.
"How will I recognize him?" his buddy asks.
"That's easy; he's short and has a speech impediment" So, the man shows up, and the guy 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 guy picks up the man 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 pissed 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 pissed at this point, the
rancher grabs him under his arm and rams the mans head as far as he can up the horse's rear, pulls him out and slams him on the ground. The man gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I thould rephrathe that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdle bit"?
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Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd
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