Tell this one to the new guy tomorrow. Be sure to fake the lisp.
A midget with a lisp goes to the livery stable looking to buy a horse. He walks up and down the center aisle of the barn but he's not tall enough to see into any of the stalls. So he finds a stable hand and asks:" Thir, can you hepth me? Can you pick me up so I can thee these horthes? So the guy feels a little sorry for the guy and picks him up to see into the stalls. By the time they get to the end of the row, the stable hand is damn tired of picking this fellow up just for him to see another horse. The midget, still determined to find a horse to buy, asks the hand for one more favor... "I weawy wiked that 3rd horth. Can I see that horth's twat?" The hand is just flustered enough, he carries the midget into the stall and holds him sideways... he proceeds to shove his head into the rear end of the mare. he then sets the guy down and asks "have you seen enough horse twat for one day?" The midget composes himself and says "Thir, what I meant to thay was "can I see that horth gawwop".