It's been a long tax season already for the Lacerte folks waiting for state forms.

So you deserve a break today.  Actually, you have deserved a break for the last couple of weeks.  I can't generate state forms and I can't pull a rabbit out of a hat or perform any other magic acts to help you out.  All I can do is invite my favorite Norwegian cousins to entertain you.  Ok, it's stupid entertainment, but you get what you pay for.  If you would like higher class entertainment, you can always ask Intuit to charge you an additional entertainment fee ------------------ or you can stick with the free stuff ------------ your choice.  Anyway, on to the FREE entertainment:

Sven's boss needed help in the mill, so he started asking around. Sven told him about a new guy in town, Ole. He said "He's very smart, he went to Yale!". So Sven's boss hired him, and on the first day of work the boss asks Ole "So, Sven said you went to Yale?" Ole says "Ya, and I yust got out!"

****************************************************

LENA: “OLE, if I die first, will you promise to ride to the cemetery with my mother?”
Ole: “Well, I suppose I can. But, I tell you . . . it will ruin my whole day.”

******************************************************

Sven is passing by Ole's hay shed one day when, through a gap in the door, he sees Ole doing a slow and deliberate striptease in front of an old red Massey Ferguson tractor.

Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first the right suspender of his weathered Oshkosh denium overalls, followed by the left.

He then hunches his shoulders forward and, in a classic striptease move, lets his denium braces fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips exposing his red & black plaid flannel shirt.

Grabbing both sides of his shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his red union suit (underwear for our younger readers).

And, with a final flourish, he hurls his flat cap on to the straw pile.

Vat on earth ar ya doin Ole? asks Sven

Yumpin Yimminy, Sven, ya scared da livin bejeevas out of me! exclaimed an obviously embarrassed Ole; but, me and the Missus vell, ve ben havin some troubles lately in da bedroom department and da terapist said I got to do something sexy to a tractor.