Subject: Irish Gas Station
>
>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.
>"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!"