BMW Humorhjørne

[Gaute]

Tiger Woods and his BMW

On a brief golf tour in Ireland, the one-and-only golf prodigy Tiger

Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the lush

Irish countryside. The blisfully ignorant pump attendant, who obviously

knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner, completely

unaware of who the renowned golfing pro is. "Top o’ the mornin' to yer,

good sir," says the cheery pump attendant. Tiger nods a quick, polite

"hello" to the pump attendant and bends forward to open up his petrol cap.

As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket and onto the ground

in front of him. "What are those?" quizzes the baffled pump attendant.

"They’re called tees," replies a bemused Tiger. "Well, what on God’s good

green earth are dey for?" enquires the stumped Irishman. "They’re for

resting my balls on when I’m driving," explains Tiger. "Fookin’ Jaysus!"

exclaims the Irishman. "BMW really think of everything, don’t they?

[Fredrik]

Hehehe...den var ganske morsom

[bjirn]

hahah, den var konge

[Kjell Arne]

Den var helt sjef!

[Hügel]

Kjempebra!