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It was a hot day in Minnesota. Helga hung out the wash to dry,put a roast in the oven, and then went downtown to pick up some dry cleaning. "Goodness, it's hotter dan hell toaday." 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 up and asked her what she would like to drink. "Ya know," Helga said, "it is zo hot, I tink I'll have myself a cold beer." "Anheuser Busch?" the bartender asked. Helga blushed and replied, "Vell fine, tanks, und how's yur viener?"! ![]() |
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Thats funny. I was born in central Minnesooota. Escaped in 1975. There was a girl in my home town, she drank Bud: her pants would fall off. ![]() ![]() ![]() |