A Norwegian on a trip to Fargo, North Dakota, struck up a conversation with an Indian on the next stool. Eventually, the Indian offered him a riddle: "My mother and father had one child; it wasn't my brother and it wasn't my sister. Who was it?" Lars thought and thought, and then finally said, "I don't know. Who vas it?" "It was me!" chortled the Indian. Lars thought this was a clever riddle and vowed to remember it. Back in Sioux Falls, Lars spotted a crony. "Sven," said Lars, "I got a riddle for ya. My fadder and my mudder had vun child; it vasn't my brudder and it vasn't my sister. Who vas it?" "Search me," said Sven. Lars laughed and said, "Ya dummy! It vas some Indian up in Fargo!"
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A Norwegian on a trip to Fargo, North Dakota, struck up a conversation with an Indian on the next stool. Eventually, the Indian offered him a riddle: "My mother and father had one child; it wasn't my brother and it wasn't my sister. Who was it?" Lars thought and thought, and then finally said, "I don't know. Who vas it?" "It was me!" chortled the Indian. Lars thought this was a clever riddle and vowed to remember it. Back in Sioux Falls, Lars spotted a crony. "Sven," said Lars, "I got a riddle for ya. My fadder and my mudder had vun child; it vasn't my brudder and it vasn't my sister. Who vas it?" "Search me," said Sven. Lars laughed and said, "Ya dummy! It vas some Indian up in Fargo!"
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