“Gootness, it’s hot,” she mused to herself as she walked down Main street. She passed by a tavern and thought, “Vy nodt?” so she walked in and took a seat at the bar.
The bartender came up and asked her what she would like to drink. “Ya know,” Helga said, “it is so hot I tink I’ll have myself zee cold beer.”
The bartender asked, “Anheuser Busch?”
Helga blushed and replied, “Vell fine, tanks, und how’s yer pecker?”