tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240347800106415518.post-25364958659084933152008-04-14T16:33:00.000-07:002008-04-14T16:37:20.807-07:00(I appologize ahead of time for this. Ed.)<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Gootness, it's hotter dan hell today,</span>" she mused to herself as she walked down Main Street. She passed a tavern & thought,"<span style="font-style:italic;">Vy nodt?</span>"<br /><br />So she walked in & took a seat at the bar. The bartender walked over & asked her what she would like to drink.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Ya know,</span>" Helga said, "<span style="font-style:italic;">it is zo hot, I tink I'll have myself a cold beer.</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Anheuser Busch?</span>" the bartender asked.<br /><br />Helga blushed & replied, "<span style="font-style:italic;">Vell fine, tanks, und how's yur viener?</span>"Customer Servicenoreply@blogger.com