A nun is chatting with her Mother Superior. "I used some horrible
language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it," says the young
nun.
"When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder nun.
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was
going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line hanging over the
fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100
yards."
"Is that when you swore?" "No, Mother," answers the nun. "After that, a
squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began
to run away."
"Is THAT when you swore?"
"Well, no" says the nun. "You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle
came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to
fly away!"
"And THAT is surely when you swore?" says the amazed Mother.
"No, not yet." she answers. "As the eagle carried the squirrel away, it
flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?" asks Mother Superior, becoming impatient.
"No...the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled
onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole!"
The two nuns are silent for a moment.................
Then Mother Superior sighs, "You missed the f'ing putt, didn't you?"
