Sven and Ole go deer hunting one weekend up in Minnessota. Ole gets to his tree stand, climbs the 30 feet or so up to it, and then gets the tremedous urge to do #2. Now he really doesn't want to climb the 30 feet or so down from his tree stand to do that, and then have to climb back up it again, so he finally decides to just drop trou and do that off the edge of the seat. After completing that mission, he nods off to sleep. Pretty soon Sven comes along dragging a really nice buck. He sees his friend in his tree stand asleep and says to himself "I'm going to play a little joke on old Ole." So he guts out his deer there, leaving the gutpile directly under Ole's treestand, and resumes dragging his deer back to camp. A little while later Ole comes staggering in and says [do your best Minnesota accent here, ya hey] "Fellas ya won't believe what happened. I got up in my treestand and got a great urge to take me a dump. Awhile later I woke up and realized that I had s*** so hard that I had s*** all my guts out. But with the help of God and a forked stick I was able to get them all back in"

Mark