One pleasant afternoon, a Priest and a Nun were out golfing. The father deferred to the Nun on the first hole, and she hit a nice ball towards the green. The Father tees up, then smacks the ball into the woods.
“Damn it! #$*^&%$#%^@$# %#&^%&!$, I MISSED!” he cries.
“Father!” says the Nun, “You should watch your language. The Lord will not like it.”
The second hole comes up. The father tees off, and the ball once again goes sailing into the woods.
“Damn it! #$*^&^%$#%^@$#, I MISSED!” he cries.
“Father!” says the Nun, “Watch what you say! It is Blasphemy!”
On the third hole, the father again tees up his ball. Once again, the ball sails wide, this time landing in the water hazard.
“Damn it! #$*^&^%$#%^@$#, I MISSED!” he cries.
As the Nun starts to speak, a great bolt of lightning sails down from the sky and strikes the Nun, reducing her to ash.
From the sky comes a booming voice: “Damn it! #$*^&^%$#%^@$#, I MISSED!”
Reproduced from an article in Bad Golfer
