| After only a year in Canada, a Polish man got married to a nice Canadian girl. They got along quite well until the day he rushed into his lawyer's office and begged him to arrange a quick divorce. The lawyer said, "What are the circumstances? Have you any grounds?" And the Polish immigrant replied, "Ja, ja, ve've got an acre and a half with a nice little house." "No, I mean, what is the foundation of your case?" "It's made of concrete." "Does either of you have a grudge?" "No, but we have a big carport." "I mean, what are your relations like?" "All my relations are in Poland." "Is there any infidelity in your marriage?" "Yes, we have high fidelity stereo and a CD player." "No, I mean, does your wife beat you up?" "No, I get up before her.` `Is your wife a nagger?" "What? No, she's white." `Why do you want this divorce anyway?" "She's gonna kill me. She's going to poison me." "Really? What makes you think so?" `I've got proof." "What kind of proof?" "She brought home a bottle from the drug store that says, 'Polish Remover!'" |