IRISH GAS STATION
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>Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his New
> Mercedes into an Irish gas station.
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> An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the Golf
> pro is...
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> "Top O the mornin to ya".
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> As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.
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> "So what are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.
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> "They're called tees," replies Tiger.
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> "And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
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> "Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Tiger.
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> "Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant.
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> "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything".
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>
>Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his New
> Mercedes into an Irish gas station.
>
>
> An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the Golf
> pro is...
>
>
>
> "Top O the mornin to ya".
>
>
> As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.
>
>
> "So what are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.
>
>
> "They're called tees," replies Tiger.
>
>
> "And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
>
>
> "Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Tiger.
>
>
> "Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant.
>
> "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything".
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