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Abie, a somewhat shy and retiring gentleman who lives a bit southwest, sent this
example of Minnesota humor...

Ole was hunting geese up in the Minnesota woods. He leaned the old 16 gauge
against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As luck would have it, his foolish dog
knocked the gun over, it went off and Ole took most of an ounce of #4 in the groin.

Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to... and stnding there
was his doctor, Sven.

"Vell Ole, I got some good news and some bad news. Da good news is dat you are
going to be OK. Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was only very little internal
damage, and I vas able to remove all of da buckshot."

"What's the bad news?" asks Ole

"The bad news is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your
johnson. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena."

"Well, I guess that isn't too bad," says Ole. "Is your sister a plastic surgeon?"

"Not exactly," Sven says. "She's a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra.
She's going to teach you vhere to put your fingers so you don't plss in your eye."
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