Subject: Ole and Sven
>>Ole and Sven were fishing one day 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. 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. >>"Vhere did yew get dat monster??" >>
>>"Vell," replied Ole, "I got it from my Genie." "You haff a
genie in >>yor >>tackle box?" Sven asked. >> >>"Ya,
shure, right here in my tackle box," says Ole. >>
>>"Could I see her?" So 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 overhead. Over the roar of the million ducks Sven
yells at >>Ole, "I >>asked for million BUCKS, not a
million DUCKS!" >> >>Ole answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell
yew, da genie is hard of >>hearing. Do yew >>really
>>tink I asked for a 10-inch BIC?"