> It was a hot day in Iowa. Helga hung the wash out to dry, put
> a roast in the oven, then went down the street to pick up some
> dry cleaning.
>
> "Gootness, it's hot," she mused to herself as she walked down
> Main Street. She passed by a tavern and thought, "Vy nodt?"
> so she walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender came
> up and asked her what she would like to drink.
>
> "Ya know," Helga said, "it is so hot I tink I'll have myself
> zee cold beer."
>
> The bartender asked, "Anheuser Busch?"
>
> Helga blushed and replied, "Vell fine, tanks, und how's yer
> pecker?"
> a roast in the oven, then went down the street to pick up some
> dry cleaning.
>
> "Gootness, it's hot," she mused to herself as she walked down
> Main Street. She passed by a tavern and thought, "Vy nodt?"
> so she walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender came
> up and asked her what she would like to drink.
>
> "Ya know," Helga said, "it is so hot I tink I'll have myself
> zee cold beer."
>
> The bartender asked, "Anheuser Busch?"
>
> Helga blushed and replied, "Vell fine, tanks, und how's yer
> pecker?"
