Dreamor
Can't get enough of FH
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On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger woods drove his BMW to a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The attendant, who knew nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner, completely unaware of who the golfing pro is. "Top of the mornin' to yea, sir", says the attendant.
Tiger nodded a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle to pump his gas. 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 they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Fookin, Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of everything"
:worthy:
Tiger nodded a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle to pump his gas. 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 they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Fookin, Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of everything"
:worthy:
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