For that, Estonia to death.
Try that and Ireland ya one right on the kisser.
Then I’ll kick you in Djibouti.
Then I’ll punch you India head.
Oman, that would hurt.
Don’t be nervous. I can tell you’re a little Scottish.
I saw a Scottish man in a mini-kilt the other day. That showed a lot of balls.
Norway did you really see that!
Last week, I X-rayed a bird in Norway. Yep, scanned an avian.
That was Swede of you.
A lot of Swedes believe in reincarnation. They like the idea of being Bjorn again.
Evidently Nordic churches are obsessed with the Mortal Kombat franchise. They keep singing out Finish Hymms.
Eg, “the Fjord’s my shepherd”.
I once met a man from Stockholm. Apparently, he likes to live with his cows.
My neighbor was complaining about his Swedish car but it just sounded like a big Saab story to me.
Mine was complaining about a crooked hood ornament. I say, hey, that’s the way the Mercedes bends.
“It’s nice of you to give me your computer. Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked.
“Lenovo,” I said.
Ooo, sounds Dellightful!
Power outages delight me.
The power suddenly went out and it got dark while I was on the toilet. I couldn’t see shit.