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Published: 21 May 2023
On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant knows nothing about golf and greets him in a typical Irish manner, utterly unaware of who the golfing pro is.
Top of the mornin’ to yer, Sir,” says the attendant. Tiger nods a quick “hello” and bends forward to pick up the nozzle.
As he does so, two tees fall from his shirt pocket onto the ground. “What are dose? asks the attendant.
“They’re called tees,” replies Tiger. “Well, what on the god’s earth are dey for?” inquires the Irishman.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving”, says Tiger. “Fookin Jaysus”, says the Irishman, “BMW thinks of everything
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