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Dragnet, a very perspicacious gentleman who lives southwest,
sent this one about an Irish gas station.

Taking a wee break from the golf course, Rory Mcllroy drives
his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station.

An attendant greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware
who the golf pro is: "Top o’ the mornin to ya."

As Rory gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.

"What are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant.

"They're called tees," replies Rory.

"And just what would ya be usin 'em for, now?" inquires the
Irishman.

"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Rory.

"Aw, Jaysus, Maryan' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant.
"Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything..."
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