i met a swede whilst travelling, his name was sven svennson, then one night he announced his parents were in sydney and he wanted us all to have a night on the lash with his party loving folks. we all hiked into town and went to this pub, his olds arrived and he introduced his ma and arl fella, "this is my father sven", we wereon the deck cos that meant he was sven svennsons son sven svennson, his arl fella saw the joke like and explained that his arl fella was also a sven !! so that made him
sven svennsons son sven svennsons son sven svennson