06-18-2008, 08:23 AM
On a golf tour in Newfoundland, Tiger Woods drives his new Ford Fusion into a gas station in a remote out port. The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Newfoundland manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
'How's she cuttin' bye' 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 attendant.
'They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving', says Tiger.
'Fookin Jaysus', says the Newfoundlander, 'Ford tinks of everyting!'
'How's she cuttin' bye' 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 attendant.
'They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving', says Tiger.
'Fookin Jaysus', says the Newfoundlander, 'Ford tinks of everyting!'