j2k4
01-15-2006, 03:27 AM
Minnesota Fishing Story...
Olaf & Sven were fishing one day, when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his hands. "Vhere dit yew git dat monster??"
"Vell," replied Olaf, "I got it from me genie."
"You haff a genie in yor tackle pox?" Sven asked.
"Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle pox," said Olaf.
"Could I see him?"
So Olaf opened his tackle box & sure enough, out popped the genie.
Addressing the genie, Sven said, "Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will," said the genie.
So Sven asked the genie for a million bucks.
The genie disappeared back into the tackle box, leaving Sven sitting there, waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkened & was filled with the sound of a million ducks...flying overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yelled at Olaf. "Yumpin' Yimminy I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
Olaf answered, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da genie is hart of hearing. Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"
Olaf & Sven were fishing one day, when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his hands. "Vhere dit yew git dat monster??"
"Vell," replied Olaf, "I got it from me genie."
"You haff a genie in yor tackle pox?" Sven asked.
"Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle pox," said Olaf.
"Could I see him?"
So Olaf opened his tackle box & sure enough, out popped the genie.
Addressing the genie, Sven said, "Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will," said the genie.
So Sven asked the genie for a million bucks.
The genie disappeared back into the tackle box, leaving Sven sitting there, waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkened & was filled with the sound of a million ducks...flying overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yelled at Olaf. "Yumpin' Yimminy I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
Olaf answered, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da genie is hart of hearing. Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"