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Subject: NU joke
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Subject: NU joke



> A Kansas State Wildcat fan used to amuse
> himself by scaring every
> >  >  Nebraska fan he would see strutting down the side of the road in
their
> >  >  obnoxious red and white colors. He would swerve his van as if to hit
> >  >  them, and then he would swerve back on the road just before hitting
> >  > them.
> >  >
> >  >  One day, as the van driver was driving along, he saw a priest. He
> >  >  thought he would do a good deed and pulled the van over. He asked
the
> >  >  priest, "Where are you going, Father?" "I'm going to give Mass at
St.
> >  >  Joseph's  Church, about five miles down the road," replied the
priest.
> >  >
> >  >  "No problem, Father! I'll give you a lift. Climb in!" The priest
> >  > climbed
> >  >   into the passenger seat, and the van continued down the road.
> >  > Suddenly,
> >  >  the driver saw a Nebraska fan strutting down the road, and
> >  > instinctively,
> >  >  he swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, just in time, he swerved
> >  > back
> >  >  to the road, narrowly missing the guy.
> >  >
> >  >  Even though he was certain he missed the guy, he still heard a loud
> >  >  "THUD." Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in
> >  >  his mirrors, but he didn't see anything.
> >  >
> >  >  He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and
> >  >  said, "I'm sorry, Father. I almost hit that Nebraska fan." "That's
> >  >  OK,"  replied the priest. "I got him with the door."