Helga
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
tavern and thought , “Vy nodt? So she walked in and took a seat at the bar.
“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?”
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