HighSchool Fan
03-25-2005, 08:37 AM
Irish humor
On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a gasoline station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golf 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 God's earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving," says Tiger.
"Well I'll be ..... Saints be praised!" says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of verything."
On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a gasoline station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golf 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 God's earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving," says Tiger.
"Well I'll be ..... Saints be praised!" says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of verything."