A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American 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. Does 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 always up before her.


Is your wife a nagger? (I LOVE THIS ONE)


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'

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Paul S.

2001 E430, Bourdeaux Red, Oyster interior.
79,200 miles.

1973 280SE 4.5, 170,000 miles. 568 Signal Red, Black MB Tex. "The Red Baron".