SkeeterAndBrother's Blog

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I recently received an e-mail from a good friend.  At first glance I looked at it and laughed ---  as a cute joke. But then I got to thinking how much like this conversation is like that  with politics.  and politicians......that is,  trying to really figure out   what they are 'for' when you see them talking, debating, asking, and answering questions.  I think we, the voter-consumer-cleaner-upper-tax-payer,   are asking some good, and valid questions, alright, but  the answers and the interpretations are up to anybody's half-aazz  guess.

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THE HORTH WHITHPERER


A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend
over to look at a horse.


His buddy asks, "How will I recognize him?"

"That's easy; he's a midget with a speech impediment."

So, the midget 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 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 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 BLEEP"?

Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms
and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's fanny, pulls
him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing.
"Perhapth I should rephrase that. Can I thee her wun awound a
widdlebit"?

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