Two old Norwegians, Sven and Oli, were drinking coffee one morning and complaining about farming. Sven complained of the costs of fertilizer, and Oli asked why he didn’t just use the nightsoil from his outhouse? Sven said, “Ya, well I used to, but I really hate shoveling it all out.”
Now, Oli was an old bachelor farmer who did things his own way, and he told Sven that he had a much easier way. Back in the war the army taught him all about munitions, and Oli argued that a properly set charge could lift up and distribute the night soil over Sven’s few acres.
Sven was intrigued. So one morning Oli came over to help Sven fertilize, and he carefully lowered sticks of dynamite through the outhouse hole. Oli set the fuse, and then they both ran to hide behind the truck.
Just then, Sven’s wife Olga came running out of the house, and before Sven could stop her she ran into the outhouse and slammed the door shut. Sven was running towards it when the charge blew, and the outhouse shot up into the air. Just like Oli said, a finely dispersed mist was raining down, and the outhouse slammed back down to earth, landing right back where it started.
Sven yanked the door open, and said, “Olga! Are you alright?”
Olga said, “Ya. But, hoo boy, I’m glad I didn’t let that one go in the house!”
