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12-17-2018, 11:22 AM
Tiger Woods....
On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, greats him in a typical Irish manner unaware of who the golfing pro is.
“Top of the mornin to yer sir” says the attendant.
Tiger nods a quick ‘hello’ and then bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he does so two tees fall out of his pocket onto the ground.
“What are those” ask the attendant.
“They’re called tees” replies Tiger
“Well what on Gods earth are they for?” enquires the Irish man.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I driving” says Tiger
“Freckin Hell” say the Irish man, “BMW thinks of everything”
On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, greats him in a typical Irish manner unaware of who the golfing pro is.
“Top of the mornin to yer sir” says the attendant.
Tiger nods a quick ‘hello’ and then bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he does so two tees fall out of his pocket onto the ground.
“What are those” ask the attendant.
“They’re called tees” replies Tiger
“Well what on Gods earth are they for?” enquires the Irish man.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I driving” says Tiger
“Freckin Hell” say the Irish man, “BMW thinks of everything”
