DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD

Olof Swenson, out in his pasture in northern Minnesota, took a lightning-quick kick from a cow...right in his crotch. Writhing in agony, he fell to the ground. As soon as he could manage, he took himself to the Doctor.

He said: "How bad is it Doc? I'm going on my Honeymoon next veek and my fiance, Lena , is still a Virgin - in every vay."

The Doctor told him: "Olof, I'll have to put your Willy in a splint to let it heal, and keep it straight. It should be okay next week, but leave it on dere as long as you can."

He took four tongue depressors and formed a neat little four sided splint and taped it all together... quite an impressive work of art.

Olof mentioned none of this to Lena, married her and they went on their honeymoon to Duluth . That night in the Motel 6, Lena ripped open her blouse to reveal her beautiful, untouched breasts. She said: "Olof...you're the first vun! No vun has EVER seen deez."

Olof immediately dropped his pants and replied: "Look at dis Lena.... still in DA CRATE!"

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD — 2 Comments

  1. Uff da, Oly & Lena jokes! [Garrison Keillor would be proud]

    Perhaps skittles could grace us w/ another? [She’s got the Norwegian props! ;-p]

  2. My Old Dad loved Ole and Lena jokes, too. He had a “Packer” one–wish I could remember it all.