Taking a wee break from the golf circuit,Tiger Woods drives his Volvo to an Irish gas station.

An attendant greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is... Top o' the morning, etc.

As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.

"So, what are those, son?" asks the attendant.

"They're called tees," replies Tiger.

"And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.

"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Tiger.

"Jesus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Volvo think of everything"

i thought tiger drove a buick?



mike

heh, you killed it!