Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a
remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, obviously
knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner
completely unaware of who the golfing 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 the god's earth are dey for?'
inquires the Irishman. '
They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving', says
Tiger.
'FUCK me', says the Irishman, 'BMW thinks of
everything.'
