NorthernRedneck
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You have to be canadian and understand the term "newphie" to get this one.
On a golf tour in Newfoundland, Mike Weir drives his new Ford Fusion into a gas station in a remote part of town.
The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Newfoundland manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
''How's she cuttin' bye'' says the attendant.
Mike 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 dose?'' asks the attendant. ''They're called tees'' replies Mike.
''Well, what on god's earth are dey fur?'' inquires the attendant..
''They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving'', says Mike.
''Fookin Jaysus'', says the Newfoundlander, ''Ford tinks of everyting!''
On a golf tour in Newfoundland, Mike Weir drives his new Ford Fusion into a gas station in a remote part of town.
The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Newfoundland manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
''How's she cuttin' bye'' says the attendant.
Mike 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 dose?'' asks the attendant. ''They're called tees'' replies Mike.
''Well, what on god's earth are dey fur?'' inquires the attendant..
''They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving'', says Mike.
''Fookin Jaysus'', says the Newfoundlander, ''Ford tinks of everyting!''
