Another fine joke from Rusty

Sorry about the caps. Sent in in caps and I ‘m not going to retype it

Norwegian logger

A NORWEGIAN DECIDES TO TRAVEL ACROSS CANADA TO SEE THE PACIFIC OCEAN WHEN
HE GETS TO NANAIMO, HE LIKES THE PLACE SO MUCH THAT HE DECIDES TO STAY.
BUT FIRST HE MUST FIND A JOB!!!!

HE WALKS INTO THE MACMILLIAN-BLOEDEL OFFICE AND FILLS OUT AN
APPLICATION AS AN EXPERIENCED LOGGER. IT’S HIS LUCKY DAY!!! THEY JUST
HAPPEN TO BE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE.

BUT FIRST, THE BUSH FOREMAN TAKES HIM FOR A RIDE INTO THE BUSH IN THE
COMPANY PICKUP TRUCK TO SEE HOW MUCH HE KNOWS.

THE FOREMAN STOPS THE TRUCK ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND POINTS AT A TREE
“SEE THAT TREE OVER THERE? I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT SPECIES IT IS AND
HOW MANY BOARD FEET OF LUMBER IT CONTAINS.

THE NORWEGIAN PROMPTLY ANSWERS, “DATS DERE’S A SITKA SPRUCE, EH? AND SHE
GOT 383 BOARD FEET OF LUMBER IN ‘ER.”

THE FOREMAN IS IMPRESSED!!!

HE PUTS THE TRUCK IN MOTION AND STOPS ABOUT A MILE DOWN THE ROAD. HE POINTS
AT ANOTHER TREE THROUGH THE PASSENGER WINDOW AND ASKS THE SAME QUESTION.
THIS TIME, IT’S A BIGGER TREE OF A DIFFERENT CLASS.

“LORD TUNDERIN’!! DAT’S YER DOUGLAS FIR AND SHE GOT 690 BOARD FEET.” SAYS
THE NORWEGIAN.

NOW THE FOREMAN IS REALLY IMPRESSED.

THE NORWEGIAN HAS ANSWERED QUICKLY AND GOT THE ANSWERS RIGHT WITHOUT
USING A CALCULATOR!!!!

ONE MORE TEST.

THEY DRIVE A LITTLE FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD, AND THE FOREMAN STOPS AGAIN.

THIS TIME, HE POINTS ACROSS THE ROAD THROUGH HIS DRIVER SIDE WINDOW AND
SAYS, “AND WHAT ABOUT THAT ONE?”

BEFORE THE FOREMAN FINISHS POINTING, THE NORWEGIAN SAYS, A YELLER CEDAR,
242 BOARD FEET AT MOST.”

THE FOREMAN SPINS THE TRUCK AROUND AND HEADS BACK TO THE OFFICE A LITTLE
PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE THINKS THE NORWEGIAN IS SMARTER THAN HE.

AS THEY NEAR THE OFFICE, THE FOREMAN STOPS THE TRUCK AND ASKS THE NORWEGIAN
TO STEP OUTSIDE. HE HANDS HIM A PIECE OF CHALK AND TELLS HIM, “SEE THAT
TREE OVER THERE? I WANT YOU TO MARK AN X ON THE FRONT OF THAT TREE!

THE FOREMAN THINKS TO HIMSELF, “IDIOT!! HOW WOULD HE KNOW WHICH IS THE
FRONT OF THE TREE?

WHEN THE NORWEGIAN REACHES THE TREE, HE GOES AROUND IT IN A CIRCLE
WHILE LOOKING AT THE GROUND. HE THEN REACHES UP AND PLACES A WHITE X ON
THE TRUNK.

HE WALKS BACK TO THE FOREMAN AND HANDS HIM THE CHALK.

“DAT’S DA FRONT A’ DAT TREE FER SURE.” THE NORWEGIAN STATES.

THE FOREMAN LAUGHS TO HIMSELF AND ASKS SARCASTICALLY, “HOW IN THE HELL DO
YOU KNOW THAT’S THE FRONT OF THE TREE?”

THE NORWEGIAN LOOKS DOWN AT HIS FEET, WHILE RUBBING THE TOE OF HIS LEFT
BOOT CLEANING IT IN THE GRAVEL AND REPLIES,
“CUZ SOMEBODY TOOK A SH-IT BEHIND IT, EH?

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