Originally Posted by
Master
A Polish man moved to the UK and married an English 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. Do 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 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"