One day, Ole was driving along, when he got hit by a truck. He sued. And, in court, the truck driver’s lawyer questioned his claim. “Ole, didn’t you say to the state tropper at the time of the accident that you were fine?”

Ole replied, “Well, I’ll tell ya what happened dare. See, I’d just loaded my favorite cow, Bessie, into da–”

The lawyer interrupted, “I didn’t ask for details. Just answer the question. Did you say at the time of the accident that you were fine?”

“Well,” Ole answered, “I’d just got Bessie into da trailer dare and was drivin’ her down da road–”

The lawyer again interrupted. “Your Honor, I am trying to establish that at the scene, Ole told the state trooper that he was fine. Now several weeks later, he’s suing my client. I believe he’s a fraud. So please tell him to get to the point and answer my question.”

By this time, however, the judge was fairly interested in Ole’s story, so he told the attorney, “Well, I’d like to hear what he has to say about his favorite cow, Bessie.”

To which Ole said, “Well tank ya, your honor.” Then he proceeded. “Well, as I was sayin’, I’d just loaded Bessie into de trailer and was drivin’ her down de road dare, when that truck came thunderin’ through the stop sign and hit me. I was thrown into one ditch, and Bessie was thrown into da udder. I was hurt pretty darn bad. But even worse, I could hear old Bessie moanin’ and groanin’. She was in terrible pain.

“Anyways, a policeman on a motorbike showed up. And he could hear Bessie a moanin’ and a groanin’, so he went on over to her. Well, he saw her condition and took out his gun and shot her right between the eyes. Den he came across de road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, “Now, how are you feeling?”

“So what in da hell would ya have said?”

Submitted by Jodi Johnson