A Pleasant Exchange

A Pleasant Exchange

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.

“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 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?”

The barman and the dog

The barman and the dog

Stupid Juror

Stupid Juror