
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 got any grounds?
Yes, an acre and half and nice 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.
In exasperation the lawyer asks:
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 buys a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in
bathroom. I can read, and it says:
"Polish Remover"