Irish gas station.

Irish gas station

Taking a wee break from the golf circuit, Tiger Woods drove his new Ford
Excursion into an Irish gas station.
An attendant greeted him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro
was.

Top of the mornin' to ya! the Irishman smiled, doffing his cap.

As Tiger got out of the mammoth vehicle, two tees fell out of his pocket.

So what are those lad, asked the attendant.

They're called tees, replied Tiger.

And what would ya be usin' 'em for, now inquired the Irishman.

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

AW! Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph, exclaimed the Irish attendant.
Those fellas at FORD think of everything!