Taking a wee break from the golf course, Tiger Woods drives his luxury car into an Irish gas station. An attendant greets him in typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is. As Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket. 'So what are those things, laddie?' 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.
Exclaims the Irish attendant. 'Those luxury car makers think of everything'.
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