From my friend Phil.
Ole and Sven were drinking buddies who worked as aircraft mechanics in Minneapolis and one day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.
Ole said, “I vish ve had somethin ta drink!”
Sven says, “Me too. Y’know, I hear ya can drink dat jet fuel and get a buzz. Ya vanna try it?”
So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane hooch and got completely smashed.
Next morning Ole woke up and is surprised at how good he feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing!
The phone rang. It was Sven who asks “How iss you feelin dis mornin?”
Ole says, “I feel great. How bout you?”
Sven says, “I feel great, too. Ya don’t have no hangover?”
Ole says, “No dat jet fuel iss great stuff — no hangover, nothin. Ve oughta do dis more often.”
Sven agreed.”Yeah, vell, but dere’s yust vun ting.”
Ole asked, “Vat’s dat?”
Sven questioned, “Haff you farted yet?”
Ole stopped to think. “No ”
“Vell, DON’T, ’cause I’m in Iowa.”
This joke reminds me of Denny’s illustration as to why beer and Viagra must not be ingested in combination.
How was the American wife compatible with the Swedish husband? In the words of the husband “It yust fit.”
I did not see that one coming
So buy the man a unicycle. He’ll make it home just fine.
I grew up in WI. Ole and Sven have been around a long time. Then there is the one where they landed a plane on a veryyyy wide but extremely short runway.
I had a friend who grew up in North Dakota. She used to tell me Ole and Lena jokes.
Ole and Sven walking home from the bar one night take a wrong turn and end up on the railroad tracks. Ole says to Sven “These steps are sure a long ways a apart”.
Sven say, “What bothers me is how low the hand rails are”!
The low rails make you bend over, so you may more easily kiss your ass goodbye when the train comes.