Helga

It was a hot day in Minnesota. Helga hung the wash, put a roast in the oven, then went downtown to pick up some dry-cleaning.

"Gudness, it's hot," she mused as she walked down Main Street.

She passed by a tavern and thought, "vy nodt?" Helga sat at the bar and the bartender asked her what she would have.

Helga said, "Ya know, it's so hot, I tink I'll haff myself a cold beer."

The bartender asked, "Annhauser Busch?"

Helga, surprised, replied, "Vell fine, tanks. Undt how's your pecker?"