sorry guys


i saw The Horse Whisperers name below and couldnt help but post this in the middle of your organising:

Subject: The horth withperer


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 twat"?
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 requested part, pulls him out and slams him on the
ground. The midget gets up,
wiping his eyes, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrase
that - Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit"?