[ThrowingTimber]

>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, obviously knowing nothing about golf, greets him in a
>typical Irish manner completely 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 out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
>
>"What are those, may I ask?, asks the attendant.
>
>"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
>
>"Well, what on the good earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
>
>"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
>
>
>"F%**in Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything!".