A Polish man moved to the USA and married an
American girl. Although his English was
far from perfect, they got along very wellÂ
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 could 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 a carport, and not need one.
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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? Â No, she white.
Why do you want this divorce? She is going
to kill me.
What makes you think that? I got proof.
What kind of proof? She is going to poison me.
She bought a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read, and it
says: "Polish Remover"
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