Subject: Tire Change
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Wed May 15 2002 - 10:39:59 EDT
"Tire Change"
Father Harris was motoring along a country lane
in his parish on a spring afternoon when all of a
sudden he got a flat tire.
Exasperated, the priest stopped his car, got out,
and assessed the damage. Luckily, a four-wheel-
drive jeep rounded the bend and pulled to a stop
behind the crippled vehicle. The door to the jeep
opened and out stepped a powerful hunk of a man.
"Good afternoon, Father," greeted the stranger.
"Can I give you a hand?"
"Heaven be praised," rejoiced the priest. "As you
can see, my son, I have a flat tire, and I must admit
I've never changed one before."
"Don't worry about it, Father. I'll take care of it." And
without skipping a beat, the bruiser picked up the front
of the car with one hand and removed the lug nuts
from the base of the flat tire with the other. "Why don't
you get the spare from the trunk?"
"Why, ahh, yes, of course, my son," stuttered the
amazed Father Harris. The priest rolled the spare
around to the strongman who casually lifted it up with
his free hand, maneuvered it into place, and proceeded
to tighten the lug nuts.
"Do you need the wrench?" the Father queried.
"That's OK," the fellow told him. "These nuts are as
tight as a nun's pussy."
"Hmmmm..." mused Father Harris. "I'd better get the
wrench."
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