“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?, asks the attendant.
”They're called tees“ replies Tiger.
”Well, what on earth are dey for?“ inquires the Irishman.
”They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving“, says Tiger.
”Fookin Hell“, says the Irishman, ”Chrysler thinks of everything."
„Ef þú smælar framan í heiminn þá smælar heimurinn framan í þig.“