HughJarse
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Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the countryside.The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
"Morning' 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 they for?" inquires the attendant.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Chuff me", says the attendant, "BMW thinks of everything."
"Morning' 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 they for?" inquires the attendant.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Chuff me", says the attendant, "BMW thinks of everything."
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