C.L.Button
05-23-2006, 07:44 PM
On a golf tour in Newfoundland, Tiger Woods drives his New Ford Fusion into a petrol station in a remote part of the countryside. The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Newfoundlander 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 dose?" Asks the attendant. "They're called tees" replies Tiger. "Well, what on god's earth are dey for?" inquires the attendent."They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger. "Fooking Jaysus", says the Newfoundlander, "Ford tinks of everyting!"
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 dose?" Asks the attendant. "They're called tees" replies Tiger. "Well, what on god's earth are dey for?" inquires the attendent."They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger. "Fooking Jaysus", says the Newfoundlander, "Ford tinks of everyting!"