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Ole vas vorking at the fish plant up nort in Dulut vhen he accidentally cut off all ten of his finkers.

He vent to da emergency room in the Clinik and vhen he got dar da Norsky doctor looked at Ole and said, “Let’s have da finkers and I’ll see vhat I can do.”

Ole said, “I haven’t got da finkers.”

“Vhat do you mean, you hafen’t got da finkers?” the doctor said. “Lord!  It’s 2009 and I’ves got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques. I could hafe put dem back on and made you like new! Vhy din’t you brink da finkers?”

Ole says……..”How da fock vas I suppose to pick dem up?

A virile, middle-aged Italian gentleman named  Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when he managed to attract a  spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he  invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless.

After a pleasant interlude  he asked with a smile, “So, you finish?”

She paused for a second,  frowned, and replied, “No.”

Surprised, Guido reached for her and the  rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion.

The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks,  “You finish?”

Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile,  cuddles closer to him and softly says, “No.”

Stunned, but damned if he  was going to leave this woman unsatisfied, Guido reaches for the woman yet  again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end  together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted,  Guido falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks  into her eyes, smiles proudly and asked again, “You finish?”

Barely  able to speak, the beautiful blond whispers in his ear, “No, I Norwegian”.

A  dedicated Teamsters union worker was attending a convention in  Las  Vegas and decided to  check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he  asked the Madam, ‘Is this a union house?’
‘No,’  she replied, ‘I’m sorry it isn’t.’
‘Well,  if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?’
‘The  house gets $80 and the girls get $20,’ she  answered.
Offended at such unfair dealings, the  union man stomped off down the street in search of a more  equitable, hopefully unionized shop. His search continued until  finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, ‘Why yes  sir, this is a union house.  ‘We observe all union  rules.’
The  man asked, ‘And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?’  ‘The girls get $80 and the house gets $20..’
‘That’s  more like it!’ the union man said.
He  handed the Madam $100, looked around the room, and pointed to a  stunningly attractive green-eyed blonde .

‘I’d  like her,’ he said.
‘I’m  sure you would, sir,’ said the Madam. Then she gestured to a  92-year old woman in the corner, ‘but Ethel here has 67 years  seniority and according to union rules, she’s  next.’