A van driver from Newcastle used to amuse himself by running over every Sunderland supporter he would see strutting down the side of the road in their ubiquitos red and white colours. He would swerve to hit them, and there would be a loud thump, and then he would swerve back on the road. One day as the driver was driving along, he saw a priest hitch hiking. He thought he would do a good turn and pulled the van over. He asked the priest: "Where are you going, Father?
"I'm going to say mass at St. Joseph's Church about 2 miles down the road", replied the priest.
"No problem, Father. I'll give you a lift. Climb in!"
The happy priest climbed into the passenger seat and the van continued down the road. Suddenly the driver saw a Sunderland fan walking down the road, and instinctively swerved to hit him. Just in time he remembered the bloody priest, so at the last minute he swerved back to the road narrowly missing the bastar. However, even though he was certain he had missed the glory hunting shite, he still heard a loud thud. Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors. And when he didn't see anything, he turned to the priest and said:
"Sorry Father, I almost hit that Sunderland fan.
"That's ok", replied the priest. "I got the fucker with the door".
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