Nor'farkin' way, pal.


/overnight delivery of a gorilla cross-country by train

Boxes of matches must be really common in Norway. Here in civilization, we have these magical devices known as "lighters".

How many Borg can fit inside?

what about the two sticks rubbin' together?

NCUBE2 will be eclipsed by the PlesetskStation2, though.

Lutefisk smells like week-old decomposed muskox ass marinated in whaling boat slime.

/delicious with a pint of tabasco

hogans: How many Bjorg can fit inside?

Fixed that for ya.

Hogans: Depends. Are there borg clowns?

welcome to the 1950's norway!

Norwegians are all assholes. So says my Swedish cousin.

I could fart and put a 2 pound satellite in space.

My family is mostly Swedish. My grandma used to make lutefisk. It's farking nasty.

Don't eat stinky fish for Christmas, it kills the mood. Nobody wants their new Transformer or Thundercat smelling like dried ass.

Lutefisk?

pff!

Can't beat rollmops from Holland.

I lived in Den Haag for a while... never came across rollmops. Description?

/still miss rijstafel and hot stroopwafels

OH, the pickled herring!

No one actually eats that, they just like to gross out the gullible canucks.

mmmm. Aquavit and lutefisk. Good memories.

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

Never quite got the meaning of some of their songs, but I love the Beatles.

I gotcher Norwegian wood rightcheer, buddy

The Power of Lutefisk - a well-known online rant about the horrid stuff.

Forget Norway. Come to Kenya.

Norway? More like Snoreway.

/Lynch_deez_nuts beat me to it

At least you're not in Iceland.

I implore all farkers out there who have never tried lutefisk to never,EVER sample it. It is pure concentrated EVIL!!!

^^ Even more evil than Vegemite!!

there should be a taste-off between norwegian lutefisk and filipino balut, which is more disusting a national delicacy

A great uff da joke in the making...

I guess you've never had muktuk



It's very chewy

This thread seems like a good place for Ole and Lena jokes.

Ole was talking with his brother Sven, who lived next door, when Sven said, "Ya know Ole, you and Lena should really get some new curtains."
"Vhy's dat?" Ole asked.
"Vel last night I saw you and Lena, vel you know..."
Ole thought for awhile, then said, "Ha-ha Sven, da jokes on you! I vasn't even home last night!"

Minnesota's worst air disaster occurred earlier today when a Cessna 152, a small two-seater plane, crashed into a Norwegian cemetery here early this morning.

Ole and Sven, working as search and rescue workers, have recovered 826 bodies so far, and expect that number to climb as digging continues into the night.

YES! OLE AND SVEN/LENA JOKES!!

The FBI was called to the Northwoods of Minnesota on a tip there was a terrorist camp planning to strike. They reach their destination and find a single man wearing a plaid shirt and overalls with a big axe. The FBI draws their guns and ask over the horn. "Who are you and what are you doing?!?". The man replied, "OLE! Been Loggin'"

/5 points if you get that joke
//Minnesotan
///Drunk

1. Pickled herring is awesome, and should not be uttered in the same sentence as that other stuff (lutefisk is nasty)

2. Ole and Sven jokes are timeless

/continue

I could eat some lutefisk.

Kenya, oh Kenya...

Is the headline supposed to be a "Star Trek IV"/humpback whale reference?

Nice Bobby Hill pic, Inmate, by the way. Poor Lutheran preacher lady...

Ole and Lena were walking along the sea shore when Lena cried: "A dead bird, what a shame."

Ole scanned the skies and replied, "Where is it?"

mmmmmmm... Lutefisk. Definitely an acquired taste. For the uninitiated, lutefisk is a scandanavian (Norwegians and Swedes both claim it was their own invention) consisting of dried fish preserved in lye, which is later washed out by soaking in water. It has the consistency of a wet jelly sandwich and a taste that will remind you of bleach or soap (or both). Gramma used to get some every Christmas. I can't say I actually liked the taste, but of all my close relatives I was probably the one who gagged the least.

Pickled herring, lefse, and amazingly gorgeous tall blonde women who say "Uf-Da." THOSE are the parts of my cultural heritage that I prefer to venerate.

Ole was out ice fishing. He had been there for awhile with not even a nibble.

Suddenly a booming voice was heard from above: "There are no fish under the ice!"

Ole scratched his head and wondered if he'd imagined it. Then again: "There are no fish under the ice!"

Now Ole was pretty smart and knew now that he hadnt imagined it. He looked upwards and said "Is dat yuu God?"

"No. This is the rink manager."

Ole and Lena got married. On their honeymoon trip they were nearing Minneapolis when Ole put his hand on Lena's knee. Giggling, Lena Said, "Ole, you can go farther if ya vant to"... so Ole drove to Duluth.

Ole has to cancel a trip at the last minute. That night, he is lying in bed with Lena when the phone rings. Ole picks up the phone, sticks it to his hear, gets a funny, perturbed look on his face, and barks out,
"How da hell should I know, it's 1500 miles from here!"
then slams the phone down.
"Who was dat?", asks Lena.
"Oh, it's dat stupid Sven. He vant to know if da coast is clear!"

The Norwegian Vikings already built satellites out of wood in the 11th century. They had to orbit the earth around the coastlines, though, so as not to get lost...

Grandfolks on moms side were Norwegian and Swedish. Had to eat that nasty shiat once a year. It sits like BRICKS in your stomach, nastiest stuff ever.

For those of you looking for a great Lutefisk treat go to Blair, WI the firt Saturday of November for the First Lutheran Church Lutefisk Supper. All you can eat lutesfisk with potatoes, rutabeggies, lefsa, meatballs, and dessert.

Saar strohm(I probably spelled it wrong but thats about howm its pronounced) is way nastier than Luttefisk

Forget Norway.

Forget me.