GRAMPS SS
02-01-2007, 11:25 AM
PACKERS FANS ---YA GOTTA LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!
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."
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."