Friday, 6 October 2006

A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:

Have you any grounds?- Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?- It made of concrete.

I don't think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?- No, we have carport, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relations like?- All my relations still in Poland .

Is there any infidelity in your marriage?- We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

Does your wife beat you up?- No, I always up before her.

Is your wife a nagger?- No, she white.

Why do you want this divorce?- She going to kill me.

What makes you think that?- I got proof.

What kind of proof?- She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.

I can read, and it say: "Polish Remover"

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