Tiger in my tank

On an Irish golf tour, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a garage in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The forecourt attendant knows nothing about golf and greets the golf star in a typically Irish manner completely unaware of who he is.

"Top o' the mornin' to you, sir," says the forecourt attendant. Tiger nods a quick "hello" and bends forward to take up the nozzle. As he does so two tees fall out of his shirt pocket on to the ground.

"What are those?" asks the forecourt attendant. "They're called tees," replies Tiger.

"Well, what on the good earth are they to be for?" enquires the Irishman. "They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving," replies Tiger.

"Jaysus, sweet Mary and Joseph," says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of everything!!"

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