Gypsy
10-25-2006, 19:44
:D No I didn't write this...
We Chicago Bear fans amuse ourselves by scaring every Green Bay fan we see strutting down the street with that obnoxious green & gold "G" on his shirt. 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. 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 Green Bay fan walking down the road, with that "G" shirt on and 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 still didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest, and turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Green Bay fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."
We Chicago Bear fans amuse ourselves by scaring every Green Bay fan we see strutting down the street with that obnoxious green & gold "G" on his shirt. 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. 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 Green Bay fan walking down the road, with that "G" shirt on and 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 still didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest, and turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Green Bay fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."