glyn

We Green Bay Packers fans amuse ourselves by scaring every Chicago fan
we see strutting down the street with that obnoxious orange & black
'C' on their coats.
We would swerve our cars as if to hit them, and then swerve back just
missing them.
One day, while driving along, I saw a priest walking.
I thought I would do a good deed, so I pulled over and asked the
priest, 'Where are you going Father?'
'I'm going to give mass at St Francis Church, about 2 miles down the
road,' replied the priest.
'Climb in, Father! I'll give you a lift!'
The priest climbed into the rear passenger seat, and we continued down
the road. Suddenly, I saw a Bears fan with his 'C' coat, walking down
the road.
I instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, I swerved
back into the road just in time. Even though I was certain that I had
missed the guy, I still heard a loud 'THUD.'
Not understanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my mirrors
but didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest, and turned to
the priest and said, 'Sorry Father, I almost hit that Chicago fan.'
'That's OK,' replied the priest, 'I got him with the door.'

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