In the northwoods of Wisconsin, from whence I hail, there are many Norwegian folk. They love to tell "Lena and Ole" jokes. These often also include Ole's brother Sven. Here's a little sample:
Ole and Sven loved to fish, and they wanted to do some ice fishing. They'd heard about a good lake and they took off up there. The lake was frozen nicely. They stopped just before they got to the lake at a little bait shop and got all their tackle. One of them said, "We're going to need an ice pick."I think Ole and Sven can be forgiven for this since they are the lead characters in a JOKE.
So they got that, and they took off. In about two hours, Ole was back at the shop and said, "We're going to need another dozen ice picks."
Well, the fellow in the shop wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't. He sold him the picks, and Ole left.
In about an hour, he was back. He said, "We're going to need all the ice picks you've got."
The fellow couldn't stand it any longer. "By the way," he asked, "how are you fellows doing?"
"Not very well at all, " Ole said. "We don't even have the boat in the water yet."
But how can you explain hubby Greg and his fishing buddy Mark cutting a hole in the ice to get their boat in on their "Black Friday" fishing trip? Oh, and if that wasn't bad enough - - - once they had the boat in they had to go back and forth slowly to break up the ice so they could fish or their lures would just land and sit on top!!!
When I asked hubby if he didn't think that was a tad extreme - - - maybe even crazy - - - he replied, "Not at all - - - there was another boat there doing the same thing."
Now you know why I call those two crazy fishermen Ole and Sven!!!
Oh - - - Sven caught one Muskie, Ole caught none, and Kelly, our eldest son, caught his first Muskie ever.
They said that made it all worth while.
I'll stay at home and sit comfortably in front of my wide screen and watch football games, tyvm!!!!