Now that you mention twat One morning, a stud farm owner...

Now that you mention twat

One morning, a stud farm owner receives a visit from a midget wanting to buy a horse.

It soon becomes obvious that the dwarf has a bad speech impediment.

‘Can I view a female horth?’ he asks.

Dutifully, the owner leads one out, and shows the midget the hoofs and legs.

‘That’th a thtrong looking beatht, for thure,’ says the gnomic breeder, nodding his head.

‘Can I thee her mouf?’

Confused as to how the tiny man will ride the animal, the farmer still picks up the midget by his braces and shows him the horse’s mouth.

‘Nith, healthy-looking horth,’ agrees the midget.

‘Now move me awownd to her eerth …’

Now getting annoyed, the owner lifts up the midget one more time to look at the ears.

‘Finally,’ says the Lilliputian, ‘can I see her twat?’

With that, the owner picks up the midget and shoves his head into the horse’s vagina.

He pulls him out after a minute, and the tiny man stumbles around, dazed.

‘Perhapth I thould rephrathe that,’ says the midget, shaking his head.

‘Can I thee her wun awownd?’