Olaf and Sven were fishing one day when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding
he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic l! ighter in his hands.
"Vhere dit yew git dat monster?"
"Vell," replied Olaf, "I got it from me Genie."
"You haff a genie in yor tackle pox?" Sven asked.
"Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle pox," says Olaf.
"Could I see him?"
Olaf opens his tackle box and sure e