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Ole was hunting geese up in the Minnesota woods.  He leaned the old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak.
 
As luck would have it, his foolish dog Dawson knocked the gun over, it went off and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 in the groin
 
Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to and there was his doctor, Sven.  "Vell Ole, I got some good news and some bad news.  Da good news is dat you are going to be OK.  Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal damage, and I vas able to remove all of da buckshot.
 
"What's the bad news?", asks Ole.
 
"The bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker.  I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena ."
 
"Well, I guess that isn't too bad," says Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"
 
"Not exactly," Sven says.  "She's a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra.  And because all you have is Obamacare,  she's going to teach you vhere to put your fingers, so you don't pee in your eye.”

Sorry Moderators. I couldn't resist. Jimbo

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My Dad talks about a guy who told Swedish jokes all the time, but then married a Swedish lady who didn't take too kindly to it. So to avoid offending anyone, he chose to tell jokes about an extinct race.

So there were there two Hittites, Sven and Ole...

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I can relate to that. Growing up in VT, my mother (Linnea) and her parents (Claus and Olga) were from Sweden. My father (English) and I used to get cussed out in Swedish whenever we did something wrong in their eyes. Which was quite often.  :yes:   Yumpin yiminy, we had no idea what they were saying. Whenever they wanted to converse w/o us knowing what was said, they would all go into encrypted Swedish mode.

 

At least they didn't name me after my grandfather.................

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So are the Swedes. Every Christmas when the whole family got together and had consumed too much holiday "spirits", the Swedes and Brits in the family would get into fist fights, because the Brits always accused the Swedes of supplying Hitler with ball bearings in WW2. Ah, memories.   :rotfl2:

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So are the Swedes. Every Christmas when the whole family got together and had consumed too much holiday "spirits", the Swedes and Brits in the family would get into fist fights, because the Brits always accused the Swedes of supplying Hitler with ball bearings in WW2. Ah, memories.   :rotfl2:

 

I always smile a little bit when I read posts like that. Just the mental image that it paints for me...  :)

 

Back to the original topic, oddly enough the front office at the school here has two small wooden character statues with a name plaque on them... "Ole and Lena". Can't even walk around downtown without being bombarded with Norwegian this or Swedish that... Just imagine the attention I get anytime I go into a store and someone notices my ridiculously Polish last name on my debit card. :shake:

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