A Polish Man Had Married A Canadian Girl
A Polish man who had been in Canada for about a year married a Canadian girl. Despite his imperfect English, the couple got along well. However, one day, he hurried into a lawyer’s office, urgently seeking a divorce. The lawyer, trying to understand the situation, asked a series of questions:
Lawyer: “Do you have any grounds for the divorce?”
Polish man: “Yes, an acre and a half and a nice 3-bedroom house!”
Lawyer: “No, I mean, what is the foundation of the case?”
Polish man: “Concrete, bricks, and mortar!”
Lawyer: “Do either of you have a real grudge?”
Polish man: “No, we have a carport, don’t need a grudge!”
Lawyer: “What are your relations like?”
Polish man: “All my relations live in Poland!”
Lawyer: “Is there any infidelity in your marriage?”
Polish man: “Yes, we have a hi-fidelity stereo set and a DVD player with 6.1 surround sound!”
Lawyer: “No, I mean, does your wife beat you up?”
Polish man: “No, I’m always up before her!”
Lawyer: “Why do you want this divorce?”
Polish man: “She’s going to kill me!”
Lawyer: “What makes you think that?”
Polish man: “I have proof! She’s going to poison me. I bought a bottle at the drug store, and I read the label. It says… POLISH REMOVER!”