Ya, I'm Home.

So on dis one day, I vent home. Ya. Und now, I tink dat I picked up speakin' correcktly again. Ya. Und, da ya remembre de lovely vell? It sure tastes good still. Sure betcha! Yummee. Since, I gone and turned twenty, I don't need to go tew school, but my sisters... they still go. Quiant lovely ting. And my car! Oh. I love my car.

I got together vit Lina de oder day. Ole vas outta town. Ve had great fun talking abOut all dem good ole days. She told me a funny story abOut her and Ole. I tink I should let ya know tew. Ya see, it vent sometin' like dis:

Ole and Sven had grabbed their poles and headed out to do some ice fishing last November vhen I vas in Utah. As they were augering a hole in the ice they heard a loud voice from above say, "There are no fish under the ice."
Ole an Sven moved about 25 feet over and started to make another hole. The voice said a little stronger, " There are no fish under the ice."
They both looked around and then looked up. Ole said in a humble voice, "Are you God?"
The voice spoke back, "No ya idiots! I'm the ice rink attendant."

Lena und I laughed and laughed. Ve tink dat it is not so good for Lars, Sven and Ole dat I leave dem alone. Hmm..