A Polish man moved to the United States and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyers office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him very quick.
The lawyer said that the speed for getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:
Lawyer: Have you any grounds?
Man: YA, YA, acre and half and nice little home.
Lawyer: No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
Man: It made of concrete.
Lawyer: Does either of you have a real grudge?
Man: No, we have carport, and not need one.
Lawyer: I mean, what are your relations like?
Man: All my relations still in Poland.
Lawyer: Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
Man: Ya, we have hi- fidelity stereo set and good DVD player.
Lawyer: Does your wife beat you up?
Man: No, I always up before her.
Lawyer: WHY do you want this divorce?
Man: She going to kill me.
Lawyer: What makes you think that?
Man: I got proof.
Lawyer: What kind of proof?
Man: She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read, and it says, Polish Remover.
