jnormanh
New member
You don't hear many SD jokes, but here are two I recently heard -
One dark night outside a small town in northern South Dakota , a fire
started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye, it
exploded into massive flames.
The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around. When the
volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company
president rushed over to the fire chief. 'All our secret formulas are in
the vault in the center of the plant'. They must be saved. I will give
$100,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact!
But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon, more fire
departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. In the
distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight..
It was the nearby Norwegian Rural Township volunteer fire company composed
mainly of Norwegians well over the age of 65.
To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right
past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant and,
without even slowing down, drove straight into the middle of the inferno.
Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old-timers jumped off
right in the middle of the fire and fought it back on all sides..
It was a performance and effort never seen before. Within a short time,
the Norse old timers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret
formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such
a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000 and walked over to
personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.
The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on video, asking
their chief, 'What are you going to do with all that money?'
' Vell,' said Ole Oleson, the 80-year-old fire chief, 'Da first ting ve
gonna do is fix da brakes on dat focking truck!
And -
A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?'
St. Peter asked.
'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered.
'On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota , I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.. I yelled, 'Now, back off or I'll kick the c - - p out of all of you!'
St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'
'Couple of minutes ago.'
One dark night outside a small town in northern South Dakota , a fire
started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye, it
exploded into massive flames.
The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around. When the
volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company
president rushed over to the fire chief. 'All our secret formulas are in
the vault in the center of the plant'. They must be saved. I will give
$100,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact!
But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon, more fire
departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. In the
distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight..
It was the nearby Norwegian Rural Township volunteer fire company composed
mainly of Norwegians well over the age of 65.
To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right
past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant and,
without even slowing down, drove straight into the middle of the inferno.
Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old-timers jumped off
right in the middle of the fire and fought it back on all sides..
It was a performance and effort never seen before. Within a short time,
the Norse old timers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret
formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such
a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000 and walked over to
personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.
The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on video, asking
their chief, 'What are you going to do with all that money?'
' Vell,' said Ole Oleson, the 80-year-old fire chief, 'Da first ting ve
gonna do is fix da brakes on dat focking truck!
And -
A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?'
St. Peter asked.
'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered.
'On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota , I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.. I yelled, 'Now, back off or I'll kick the c - - p out of all of you!'
St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'
'Couple of minutes ago.'
