The Great Lake Hubert, Minnesota
Ole and Lena Jokes Page

We add a new Ole and Lena joke every week (usually by Monday) and
remove the old one, so return every week to catch them all.

If you've never seen Ole and Lena jokes before, you're in for a treat. These Scandinavian transplants have been the butt of jokes in Minnesota, North Dakota and Wisconsin for years and, in the words of Ole, "It ain't about ta stop now, don't ya know".

Ole staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking
buddy, Sven.   He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Lena.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
upstairs bedroom but misjudged the bottom step.   As he caught himself by
grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his
rump.   A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Ole sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked
in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.   He
managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a
Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled
his way to bed.

In the morning, Ole woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt
and Lena staring at him from across the room with her hands on her hips.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"  Ole said, "Why
you say such a mean thing?"

"Well," Lena said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror

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