A man and his wife were driving through Arkansas on their way from New York to California. Running low on fuel, he spots a Mobil station and pulls over to the high-octane pump. "What can I do fer y'all?" asks the attendant. "Fill 'er up with premium, please," replies the driver.
    While the attendant is filling up the tank, he looks the car up and down, and asks, "What kinda' car is this? I ain't never seen one like it befer."
    "Well," responds the driver, his chest swelling up with pride, "this, my boy, is a 1997 Cadillac DeVille."
    "What-all's it got in it?" asks the attendant.
    "Well," says the driver, "It has everything: It has power steering, power seats, power sun roof, power mirrors, AM/FM radio with a 10-disk CD player in the trunk with 100 watts per channel, 8 speaker stereo, rack and pinion steering, disk brakes all around, leather interior, digital instrument package, and best of all, an 8.8-liter V12 engine."
    "Wow," says the attendant, "that's really somethin'!"
    "How much do I owe you for the gasoline?" asks the driver. "Thata be $30.17," says the attendant. The driver pulls out his money clip and peels off a $20 and a $10. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a handful of change, mixed up with some golf tees. "What're dem little wooden things?" asks the attendant.
    "That's what I put my balls on when I drive," says the driver.
    "Wow," says the attendant, "dem Cadillac people think of everything!"