A Polish man moved to Ireland and married Mary from Cork.
Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer’s office wanting a divorce.
The lawyer said 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.
I mean, how are your relations?
All my relations still in Poland.
Is there infidelity in your marriage?
We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.
Does Mary beat you up?
No, I always up before her.
Why do you want this divorce?
She going to kill me.
What makes you think that?
I got proof – Mary going to poison me!!!.
What kind of proof?
She buy a bottle at shop and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read, and it say:
Polish Remover.
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