Funny as in hilarious or funny as in odd?
Sine nomine qualifies either way, his St Francis story was the really funny one:
It's a nice day so I take a walk and who should I meet? St. Francis of Aaron, standing out on the waters of Queens Park Lake turning breadcrumbs and sardines into loaves and whole tunas, while casually peeing Cabernet Sauvignon out into empty flagons.
So I yell out “hows the quadie going there St Francis”? He replied “I’ve got the first three legs in and the forth leg is a monty at twenty to one”.
“Err, I meant how is the leg? The one that took a knock”… And with that there was a clap of thunder and a voice boomed down from the heavens, “behold ye of little faith”.
Suddenly a bright ray of light burst from the sky and lit up a secrion of the park, just behind the kiosk, where 12 blokes were kicking a football around. “Who are those dudes” I asked, somewhat blinded by the light, ala Manfred Mann.
Once again the voice boomed from above, “Behold before you unbeliever, The Twelve Collosals. There was a thirteenth, one in which the force was strong. But I farked that Judas off to a dismal Port for penance, solitude and to deal with a Koch-head”.
As the voice from above finished, one of the 12 Collosals, a big blonde bloke wearing No. 18 drilled a ball out to St Francis of Aaron who lept beautifully, intercepting the football at its highest point.
St. Francis then sent a 70 meter drop punt skimming over the water where another Collosal, a big bloke wearing No. 26 clunked the mark, short passed to a gut running No. 5 who then handballed to a little fast bloke, No. 32, who then fired a long ball to St. Francis who took a spectacular one handed grab.
St Francis then fired a duck cutter over the waters onto the chest of another of the Collosals. A bloke who they referred to as ‘Hep The Longhair’, who in turn hanballed to a bloke they called ‘Skipper". This Skipper feller sent a ball high and wide to St. Francis’ left side.
But not to worry, St Francis of Aaron padded across those waters at phenomenal speed and launched himself parallel to the surface, taking the ball in his outstretched hands in a tumbling, diving breathtaking mark.
St Francis then casaully stood up, glanced over his shoulder and scissor kicked a ball 55 meters onto the chest of the leading big lumbering Collosal wearing No. 2.
The bright light dissapeared and the voice from the clouds rumbled “have you seen enough non believer?”
“Yep”, I said turning my back.and walking away. “We still over posses the football and fark around too much”.