LowComDom Performances Presents
One day at the driving range, a lady golfer notices the man next to her. "Pardon me, sir," she says. "You're aiming in the wrong direction - back towards the golf shop."
"Oy! Tanks for dat. Vitout you, I vouldn't know. I'm half blind."
He then turns around and starts hitting out into the range. After a few shots, he asks the lady, "How I'm doink?"
"Not badly. Most of your shots are straight and fairly long. Only a few of them are slicing."
"Tanks, again, Miss. Vitout you telling, I vouldn't know dese tings."
A few shots later, he inquired again, "Do you mind I should ask a poisonal qvestion?"
"Not at all."
"I don't do vell vit the ladies. Am I ugly or fett or vat?"
"You're quite presentable. I don't think that is your problem."
Smiling now, he exulted, "Vat a relief. I vas always afraid to ask. Again, I got to tank you."
He was about to hit another ball when the girl interrupted him. "Do you mind if I give you a bit of advice?"
"Vit gladness, dank gott. All the help you got I vill take."
"Lose the Jewish accent...you're Chinese."