dblmainbeam
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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."
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."
