Cold Beer > >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 pecker?" >
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