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by STREETCAT » Thu Nov 15, 2007 12:25 pm
A rabid Bobcat fan enjoys scaring the bejesus out of every Griz fan that he sees. While driving down the road, anytime he sees a pedestrian attired in smelly Griz garb, he swerved his car at them, only yanking the wheel at the last minute to avoid hitting them.
One day, while driving along, he saw a priest walking down the road. Being a charitable human being, he stopped to offer the priest a lift. Once they were underway, a couple of miles down the road, the man saw a Griz fan walking along the side of the road. Out of instinct, he swerved towards the scummer, only to pull back at the last second. Just as he yanked the wheel to correct his course, however, he heard a loud thump. Looking in his rearview mirror (at one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, by the way), he apologized to the priest, "I’m sorry, father, I think I just ran over that Griz fan." The priest replied, "No, actually, you were going to miss him, but I got him with the door."
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
