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Being 75% Norski and spousal unit is 100%, I can tell these jokes and still be politically correct...as to appease Big Frank.
Ole went hunting one day in northern
Wisconsin and bagged three ducks. He put
them in the bed of his pickup truck and was
about to drive home when he was confronted
by an ornery game warden who didn't like
Norskis. The game warden ordered the Norski
to show his hunting license, and Ole pulled
out a valid Wisconsin hunting license.
The game warden looked at the license, then
reached over and picked up one of the ducks,
sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't
from Wisconsin. This is a Minnesota duck.
You got a Minnesota huntin' license, boy?"
Ole reached into his wallet and produced a
Minnesota hunting license. The game warden
looked at it, then reached over and grabbed
the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said,
"This ain't no Minnesota duck. This duck's
from Iowa. You got an Iowa license?"
Again Ole reached into his wallet and
produced an Iowa hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up
the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said,
"This ain't no Iowa duck. This here duck's
from Michigan. You got a Michigan huntin'
license?" Once again Ole reached into his
wallet and brought out a Michigan hunting
license. The game warden was extremely
frustrated at this point, and he yelled at
the Norski,"Boy,just where the hell are you
from?"
With that Ole turned around, dropped his
pants, bent over, and said,"Vell, you tell
me. You're da expert,by golly.
Sandcrab
Ole went hunting one day in northern
Wisconsin and bagged three ducks. He put
them in the bed of his pickup truck and was
about to drive home when he was confronted
by an ornery game warden who didn't like
Norskis. The game warden ordered the Norski
to show his hunting license, and Ole pulled
out a valid Wisconsin hunting license.
The game warden looked at the license, then
reached over and picked up one of the ducks,
sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't
from Wisconsin. This is a Minnesota duck.
You got a Minnesota huntin' license, boy?"
Ole reached into his wallet and produced a
Minnesota hunting license. The game warden
looked at it, then reached over and grabbed
the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said,
"This ain't no Minnesota duck. This duck's
from Iowa. You got an Iowa license?"
Again Ole reached into his wallet and
produced an Iowa hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up
the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said,
"This ain't no Iowa duck. This here duck's
from Michigan. You got a Michigan huntin'
license?" Once again Ole reached into his
wallet and brought out a Michigan hunting
license. The game warden was extremely
frustrated at this point, and he yelled at
the Norski,"Boy,just where the hell are you
from?"
With that Ole turned around, dropped his
pants, bent over, and said,"Vell, you tell
me. You're da expert,by golly.
Sandcrab
