Irish Gas Station
*Disclaimer*- I am of Irish decent! So don't be offended.
Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station. An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is...
"Top o' the mornin' to ya."
Tiger gest out of the car and two tees fall out of his pocket.
"So what are those things, laddie?", asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would you be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive", replies Tiger.
"Aw, Jaysus, Mary an'Joseph!" exclaims the Irishman. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything!"
Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station. An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is...
"Top o' the mornin' to ya."
Tiger gest out of the car and two tees fall out of his pocket.
"So what are those things, laddie?", asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would you be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive", replies Tiger.
"Aw, Jaysus, Mary an'Joseph!" exclaims the Irishman. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything!"
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