So.. Where Do We Go Now...

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A Polish man married a Canadian girl after he had been in Canada a year or so and, although his English was far from perfect, they got on very well. Until one day he rushed into a lawyer's 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?

POLE : JA, JA, an acre and half and a nice little home with 3 bedrooms.

LAWYER : No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?

POLE : It is made of concrete, brick and mortar

LAWYER : Does either of you have a real grudge?

POLE : No, We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one.

LAWYER : I mean, What are your relations like?

POLE : All my relations are in Poland.

LAWYER : Is there any infidelity in your marriage?

POLE : Yes, we have hi-fidelity, stereo set & DVD player with 6.1 sound. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your questions is.....yes.

LAWYER : No......, I mean Does your wife beat you up?

POLE : NO, I'm always up before her.

LAWYER : Is your wife a nagger?

POLE : NO, she white.

LAWYER : WHY do you want this divorce?

POLE : SHE going to kill me.

LAWYER : What makes you think that?

POLE : I got proof.

LAWYER : What kind of proof?

POLE : She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at the drug store and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read -- it says, "Polish Remover."