Sunday, April 29, 2007
Helga Has A Beer from Jack in Rochdale
It was a hot day in Minnesota.
Helga hung out the wash to dry, put a roast in the oven, then went downtown to pick up some dry cleaning.
"Gootness, it's hotter dan hell today" she mused to herself as she walked down Main Street.
She passed a tavern and thought, "Vy nodt?" So she walked in and took a seat at the bar.
The bartender walked over and asked her what she would like to drink.
"Ya know," Helga said, "it is so hot, I tink I'll hafe meself a cold beer."
"Anheuser Busch?" the bartender asked.
Helga blushed and nodded, "Vell fine, tanks, und how's yer pecker?"
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