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On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into
a Petrol Station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, knowing nothing about golf, greets him
in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing
supremo is.
Top of the mornin' to yer, sor" says the attendant. Tiger
nods a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he
does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dose?, asks the attendant. "They're called tees"
replies Tiger. "Well, what on god's earth are dey for?" inquires
the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says
Tiger.
"****** Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of
everyting!"
a Petrol Station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, knowing nothing about golf, greets him
in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing
supremo is.
Top of the mornin' to yer, sor" says the attendant. Tiger
nods a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he
does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dose?, asks the attendant. "They're called tees"
replies Tiger. "Well, what on god's earth are dey for?" inquires
the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says
Tiger.
"****** Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of
everyting!"
