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Tiger Woods drives his Volvo into a petrol station near Duluth while on vacation.
Ole, putting air in his tyre, greets him in a typical Scandinavian manner, unaware who the golf pro is. "Top o' da morning to you young fella!"
As Tiger leans over to get out of the car, two tees fall out of his top pocket onto the ground. "What are dey son?", asks Ole.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would dey be for den?", inquires Ole.
"They're for resting my balls on while I am driving," says Tiger Woods.
"Jaysus",says Ole, "Dem boys at Volvo just tink of everything!"
Ole, putting air in his tyre, greets him in a typical Scandinavian manner, unaware who the golf pro is. "Top o' da morning to you young fella!"
As Tiger leans over to get out of the car, two tees fall out of his top pocket onto the ground. "What are dey son?", asks Ole.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"And what would dey be for den?", inquires Ole.
"They're for resting my balls on while I am driving," says Tiger Woods.
"Jaysus",says Ole, "Dem boys at Volvo just tink of everything!"
