While in a bar, an Indian on the next stool spoke to him in a friendly manner ... 'Look,' he said, 'let's have a game if you answer it, I'll buy YOU a drink, if you can't, then you buy ME one, Okay?'

'Ya, dat sounds purty good,' said Ole.

The Indian said, 'My father and my mother had one child. It wasn't my brother. It wasn't my sister. Who was it?'

Ole scratched his head and finally said, 'I give up. Who vas it?'

'It was ME,' chortled the Indian. So Ole paid for the drinks.

Back in Bainerd, Ole went into a bar and spotted one of his cronies, 'Sven,' he said, 'I got a game. If you can answer a qvestion, I buy you a drink. If you can't, YOU have to buy ME vun. Fair enough?'

'Fair enough,' said Sven.

Okay....my fadder and mudder had vun child. It vasn't my brudder, It vasn't my sister, Who vas it?'

'Search me, ' said Sven. 'I give up. Who vas it?'

'It vas some Indian up in Fargo, Nort Dakoda.'

if u cant **** in her **** on her

Here's to the girl in the little red shoes,

She drinks my whiskey, she drinks my booze.

She's got no cherry,

But that's no sin,

She still has the box the cherry came in.

Man I miss theOle and Sven jokes. Spent my summers up 'Nort . Pelican Lake. Great memories. BIR was a trip.

Just givin' you a hard time.

lol=d> =d> =d> =d>

Sorry about that, not even drunk posting.

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