With the rich storytelling culture present in the Arctic regions, there is also a rich element of humoristic stories as well. Here are some excerpts:

Saami pronunciation
Two southern guys were driving towards the Norwegian and Sami town of Kautokeino. They met the Sami road sign “Guovdageaidnu)” and began to discuss how this should be pronounced in Sami.
They did not reach agreement and decided to stop at the petrol station to ask.
“Hey, can you tell us how you pronounce the name of this place in Sami?” asked one of the southerners.
“Say it slowly please,” said the other southerner.
The man at the checkout bent over the counter and said slowly:
“… Staaaatoooiiil” (Norwegian petroleum supplier)


A gentleman from the northern parts of Norway is out driving on the double lane highway in the central Oslo area when his wife calls him on his cell phone.
“Be careful, my darling. On the radio they are announcing that there is one rogue car driving in the wrong direction on the highway!”
“One?” the man shouts out. “They’re all over the highway!”

One single guy from Troms tried net dating, but concluded to himself after several months of failure:
“I'll never try this shit again. I prefer to meet girls the good old fashioned way - using alcohol and bad judgment!”

There was an old combination fisher-farmer from the Lyngen area. He had always sworn that he would never touch alcohol. Lying on his death bed, he asks for a glass of milk, of all things.
His son had heard that alcohol helps with blood circulation, so he sneaks a small swig of vodka into the milk.
After a short while there seems to be a little more colour in the old man’s pale cheeks, and he asks for another glass of milk.
The son repeats the same procedure, but increases the amount of vodka. This glass also slides remarkably easily down the old man’s throat. Soon the old man starts making signs – he wants to sit up in bed. The son doesn’t know if he should confess the medication. It’s clear that alcohol has had some positive effect, but he says nothing.
Very soon the old man asks for yet another glass. This goes straight down the hatch too. The old man’s eyes have now got a pretty veil look, the colour is possibly better and his mood is definitely on the mend. The old man is still in such an observant state that he realizes the gravity of the situation and finds it appropriate to say a few last words to his son.
“My boy!” he smiles. “Whatever you do for all in the world, don’t sell that cow!

Two buddies are fishing, but they haven’t caught anything all day. Then, another fisherman walks by with a huge load of fish. They ask him “excuse me, but where did you get all those fish?” The other fisherman replies,” If you just go down the stream until the water isn’t salty, there are a ton of hungry fish.” They thank him and go on their way. 15 minutes later, one fisherman says to the other “fill the bucket up with water and see if the water is salty.” He dips the bucket in the stream and drinks some. “Nope. Still salty.” 30 minutes later, he asks him to check again. “Nope, still salty.” One our later they check again. “Nope. Still salty.” “This isn’t good,” the fisherman finally says. “We have been walking for almost two hours and the water is still salty!” “I know,” says the other. “And the bucket is almost empty!»

Little TONY was sitting in class one day. All of a sudden, he needed to go to the bathroom. He yelled out, “Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!” The teacher replied, “Now, TONY, that is NOT the proper word to use in this situation. The correct word you want to use is ‘urinate’. Please use the word ‘ur-i-nate’ in a sentence correctly, and I will allow you to go.” Little TONY, thinks for a bit, and then says, “You’re an eight, but if you had bigger tits, you’d be a TEN!»

Sources: arctic indigenous people