wAs I am waiting to pick up my newly-sharpened knives:
Clerk: Yah, I been so doggone busy...
Customer: So you play some darts den?
Clerk: Yah, we played last night. Dat Barney, he never played before but boy.
Customer: What happened?
Clerk: Oh, de first time he trows, he gets a bullseye!
Customer: But da next one, it goes to da ceiling, right?
Clerk: Nope! He got dat trow where ya put one foot ahead of ya, ya know, and he kept making dose good shots. Never played before.
Note: No Wisconsinites were harmed in the writing of this post. No mocking is intended. Dese guys remind me of my uncles and dad (my parents are from Wisconsin) and that's all good.