Ole's Hunt
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 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."
"Vat's da bad news?", asks Ole "Da bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot
damage done to your ******. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena."
"Vell, I guess dat 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. She's
going to teach you vhere to put your fingers, so ya don't pee in your eye.
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