Sven And Ole
Sven and Ole were fishing when Sven pulled a cigar from his pocket. But he didn't have a lighter, so he asked Ole for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," Ole replied. He reached into his tackle box and pulled out a 12 inch BIC lighter.
"Yimminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven. "Vhere did yew get dat monster?"
"Vell," replied Ole, "I got it from my genie."
"You haff a genie?" Sven asked.
"Ya, shure. He's right here in my tackle box," Ole said.
"Could I see him?" asked Sven.
Ole opened his tackle box again, and out popped the genie.
Sven said, "Hey dere! I'm a goot friend uf yer master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will," responded the genie.
So Sven asked for a million bucks. The genie hopped back into the tackle box and left Sven sitting there, waiting for his million bucks.
Suddenly, the sky begins to darken and the sound of a million ducks flying overhead and landing on the water is heard.
Sven yelled to Ole, "Hey, I asked yer genie for a million BUCKS, not DUCKS."
Ole answers, "Ya! I forgot to tell yew, the genie is hard uf hearing. Dew yew really tink I asked him fer a 12-inch BIC?"
"As an OK State Trooper once told me, "Why shouldn't a "good" citizen be allowed to carry a gun, all the "bad" guys already do.""
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