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fimmtudagur, febrúar 13, 2003
Og annar brandari thar sem ég hef lítid ad segja. Ég var nefnilega med Journal Club ádan, thad gekk alveg snurdulaust fyrir sig.

A Polish lad 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 of 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.
LAWYER: 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 bought a bottle at the drug store, and put on shelf
in bathroom. I can read - it said "Polish remover"