It was a hot day in Minnesota. Helga hung the wash, put a roast in the oven, then went downtown to pick up some dry-cleaning. ”Gutness, it’s hot,” she mused as she walked down Main Street.She passed by a tavern and thought, ”vy nodt?”Helga sat at thebar and the bartender asked her what she would have. Helga said, ”Ya know, it’s zo hot, I tink I’ll haff myself a cold beer.”The bartender asked, ”Annhauser Busch?”Helga, surprised, replied, ”Vell fine, tanks. Undt how’s your pecker?