OK, It's cool Todd, and you must know that I was only kidding....You just have to understand, for some of us, a Norwegion joke is no laughing matter. I have some stories about Uncle Inar. An honorary Uncle that used to come every year for the traditional X-Mas Eve Scandanavian dinner at the Pearson household.

My mother just hated Inar, he would fill my head stories about fishing, Alaskan chicks with poor teeth, and of course, the true benifits of Coppenhagen. Me, as a kid in junior high scool, I loved him. He had hands so large they made his feet look small.