irratebass
12-19-2011, 07:02 AM
Ole and Sven were fishing in the Minnesota opener when Sven pulled out a cigar.
Finding he had no matches, he asked Ole for a light.
'Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter,' he replied, and then, reaching into his tackle box,
he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
'Yiminy Cricket!' exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his hands.
'Vere dit yew git dat monster??'
' Vell,' replied Ole, 'I got it from my Genie.'
'You haff a Genie?' Sven asked.
'Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle box,' says Ole.
'Could I see him?'
Ole opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the Genie.
Addressing the genie, Sven says,
'Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?'
'Yes, I will,' says the Genie.
So Sven asks the Genie for a million bucks.
The Genie disappears back into the tackle box
leaving Sven sitting there waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million ducks...
flying directly overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks, Sven yells at Ole,
'Yumpin' Yimminy, I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!'
Ole answers,
'Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat Da Genie is hart of hearing.
Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"
Finding he had no matches, he asked Ole for a light.
'Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter,' he replied, and then, reaching into his tackle box,
he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
'Yiminy Cricket!' exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his hands.
'Vere dit yew git dat monster??'
' Vell,' replied Ole, 'I got it from my Genie.'
'You haff a Genie?' Sven asked.
'Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle box,' says Ole.
'Could I see him?'
Ole opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the Genie.
Addressing the genie, Sven says,
'Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?'
'Yes, I will,' says the Genie.
So Sven asks the Genie for a million bucks.
The Genie disappears back into the tackle box
leaving Sven sitting there waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million ducks...
flying directly overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks, Sven yells at Ole,
'Yumpin' Yimminy, I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!'
Ole answers,
'Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat Da Genie is hart of hearing.
Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"