Tomasz moved from Poland to the UK and married and Englishwoman.
Although his English was far from perfect, they got along reasonably well.
One day, he rushes to a lawyer’s office and asks if he could arrange a divorce
for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the
circumstances. So, he asks him
the following questions:
Lawyer: Have you any grounds?
Tomasz: Yes, an acre and half and nice little home, back in Poland.
Lawyer: No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
Tomasz: It made of concrete.
Lawyer (grudges): I don’t think you understand. Does either of you have a real
grudge?
Tomasz: No, we have carport and not need any garages.
Lawyer: I mean, what are your relations like?
Tomasz: All my relations still in Poland.
Lawyer (exasperated): Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
Tomasz: We have hi-fidelity stereo and good quality DVD player.
Lawyer: Does your wife beat you up?
Tomasz: No, I always up before her.
Lawyer (almost gives up): Can you please tell me why do you want this divorce?
Tomasz: She going to kill me.
Lawyer: What makes you think that?
Tomasz: I got proof.
Lawyer: What kind of proof?
Tomasz: She going to poison me.
Lawyer: How?
Tomasz: She buy a bottle at the drugstore and put on bathroom shelf. I can read
it. It say in big capital letters “POLISH REMOVER”
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