Corthghlind
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Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of
the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing
about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro
is.
'Top of the mornin' to yer, sir' 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 those?, asks the attendant. 'They're called tees' replies
Tiger.
'Well, what on the god's earth are dey for?' inquires the Irishman. '
They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving', says Tiger.
'%$%$ me', says the Irishman, 'BMW thinks of everything.'
the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing
about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro
is.
'Top of the mornin' to yer, sir' 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 those?, asks the attendant. 'They're called tees' replies
Tiger.
'Well, what on the god's earth are dey for?' inquires the Irishman. '
They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving', says Tiger.
'%$%$ me', says the Irishman, 'BMW thinks of everything.'