Tiger Woods drives his huge BMW into a petrol station near Dublin, on a golf tour of Ireland.
The attendant at the pump greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware as to who the golf pro is.
" Top of the morning to you sir", says our attendant. Tiger bends forward to pick up the pump, and two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dey, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees", replies Tiger.
"What they for?" enquires the Irishman.
"They're for putting my balls on while I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Jeysus feck", says the Cork man, "Dem boys at BMW think of everything!"
Tiger Woods drives his huge BMW into a petrol station near Dublin, on a golf tour of Ireland.
The attendant at the pump greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware as to who the golf pro is.
" Top of the morning to you sir", says our attendant. Tiger bends forward to pick up the pump, and two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dey, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees", replies Tiger.
"What they for?" enquires the Irishman.
"They're for putting my balls on while I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Jeysus feck", says the Cork man, "Dem boys at BMW think of everything!"
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