Saturday, November 27, 2010


Last week, I helped out at my grandparent's church's lutefisk dinner (for anybody who doesn't know, lutefisk is fish that people soak in butter and other sauce that is a traditional sidedish in Norway and Sweden). During the dinner, their priest sang songs and everybody sang along. One went something like this:

Oh lutefisk, oh lutefisk,
How horrid your aroma.
Oh lutefisk, oh lutefisk,
you put me in a coma.
You smell like glue,
and taste like shoe...

And ended with: I guess I'll eat you anyway...
Or something similar, to the tune of ''Oh Christmas Tree"

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