kathydwells
Darlene is my middle name, not my nickname
I am sure the rest of you will enjoy it also. 
The Bama fan and the Priest
Not that we don't love our Auburn friends, but occasionally we like to have some fun at their expense. Occasionally, when we see an Auburn fan walking along side the road, we will swerve our vehicles 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 say mass at Our Lady of the Hills Church, about two 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 an Auburn fan walking down the road, with an "AU" 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 thump. Not understanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my mirrors, but still didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest riding with me. I turned to him and said, "Sorry, Father. I almost hit that Auburn fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door!"
The Bama fan and the Priest
Not that we don't love our Auburn friends, but occasionally we like to have some fun at their expense. Occasionally, when we see an Auburn fan walking along side the road, we will swerve our vehicles 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 say mass at Our Lady of the Hills Church, about two 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 an Auburn fan walking down the road, with an "AU" 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 thump. Not understanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my mirrors, but still didn't see anything. I then remembered the priest riding with me. I turned to him and said, "Sorry, Father. I almost hit that Auburn fan."
"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door!"
