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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Polish Man, American Girl

 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 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. Do either of you have a real grudge?
– No, we have carport, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relation s 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 am 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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