Sven and Lena were hitting some balls out on the back forty, when Lena really slices one into a herd of Guernseys.
So Sven goes to investigate.
He finally lifts a cow’s tail and there’s the ball, firmly wedged in the cow’s butt-hole.
“Hey Lena!” he shouts. “Dis von looks like yours.”
He went to ICS, but survived.
Here, I thought they were unique to Minnesota/the Dakotas/Iowa/Wisconsin.