Lena called the airlines information desk and
inquired, "How long does it take to fly from
Minneapolis to Fargo?"
"Just a minute," said the busy clerk.
"Vell, said Lena, "if it has to go dat fast, I
tink I'll just take da bus."
The judge had just awarded a divorce to Lena, who
had charged non- support. He said to Ole, "I have
decided to give your wife $400 a month for support."
"Vell, dat's fine, Judge," said Ole. "And vunce in
a while I'll try to chip in a few bucks, myself."
Lars asked Ole, "Do ya know da difference between
a Norvegian and a canoe?"
"No, I don't," said Ole.
"A canoe will sometimes tip," explained Lars.
Ole is so cheap that after his airplane landed
safely he grumbled, "Vell, dere gose five dollars
down da drain for dat flight insurance!"
Lars: "Ole, stant in front of my car and tell me
if da turn signals are working."
Ole: "Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No...."
Ole and Lena got married. On their honeymoon trip
they were nearing Minneapolis when Ole put his
hand on Lena's knee. Giggling, Lena said, "Ole,
you can go a little farther now if ya vant to."
So Ole drove on to Duluth.
Ole died. So Lena went to the local paper to put
a notice in the obituaries.
The gentleman at the counter, after offering his
condolences, asked Lena what she would like to
say about Ole. Lena replied, "You yust put 'Ole died.'"
The gentleman, somewhat perplexed, said, "That's
it? Just 'Ole died?' Surely, there must be
something more you'd like to say about Ole. If it's
money you're concerned about, the first five words
are free. We must say something more."
So Lena pondered for a few minutes and finally said,
"O.K. You put 'Ole died. Boat for sale.'"
Ole and Lars were on their very first train ride.
They had brought along bananas for lunch. Just as
they began to peel them, the train entered a long,
dark tunnel. "Have you eaten your banana yet," Ole
No," replied Lars.
"Vell, don't touch it den," Ole exclaimed. "I yust
took vun bite and vent blind!"
Ole bought Lena a piano for her birthday. A few
weeks later, Lars inquired how she was doing with it.
"Oh," said Ole, "I persuaded her to svitch to a
"How come," asked Lars?
"Vell," Ole answered, "because vith a clarinet she
Ole and Lena went to the Olympics. While sitting on
a bench a lady turned to Ole and said, "Are you a pole
Ole said, "No, I'm Norvegian. And my name isn't Valter."
Ole was stopped by a game warden in Northern
Wisconsin recently leaving a lake well known for
its Walleye. He had two buckets of fish. As it was
during the spawning season, the game warden asked,
"Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
Ole replied, "No, sir! Dese here are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?" the warden replied.
"Ya sure, you betcha." answered Ole. "Every night
I take dese fish here down to da lake and let dem
svim around for a while. Den I vhistle and dey
yiump back into deir buckets and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey. Fish can't do that."
Said the game warden.
Ole looked at the game warden with an expression
of great hurt, and then said, "Yumpin Yimminy!
Vell den, I'll just show you den. It really does
vork, don'tcha know?"
"O.K. I've got to see this!" The game warden was
really curious now.
So Ole poured the fish into the lake and stood
waiting. After several minutes, the game warden
turned to Ole and said, "Well?"
"Vell what?" responded Ole.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?" asked Ole.
To those in North Dakota, Minnesota, and for
that matter the rest of the country, including
Canada, I must report the sad news that Ole was
shot. He was up by the Canadian border on his
4-wheeler cutting some trees when some rangers
looking for terrorists spotted him.
According to the news reports, the rangers shouted
to him over a loudspeaker, "Who are you and what
are you doing?"
Ole shouted back, "OLE..... BIN LOGGIN'!"
Ole is survived by his wife Lena and Lena's
good friend Lars.
And dot's enough