Helga's Hot Day

It was a HOT day in Minnesota. Helga hung out the wash to dry, put a
roast in the oven, and then went downtown to pick up some dry cleaning.

“Gootness, it’s hotter dan hell today,” she mused to herself as she
walked down Main Street.

She passed a tavern and thought “vy nodt.”

So she walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender walked up and
asked her what she would like to drink.

“Ya Know,” Helga said, “it is so hot, I think I’ll have myself a cold
beer.”

“Anheuser Busch?” the bartender asked.

Helga blushed and replied, “Vell, fine, tanks, und how’s yur viener?”