A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. "I used some horrible

language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it."

 

"When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder.

 

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was

going to go over 200 yards, but it struck a phone line that is hanging over

the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100

yards."

 

"Is that when you swore?"

 

"No, Mother," says 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?" asks the Mother Superior again.

 

"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!"

 

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun.

 

"No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew

near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball."

 

"Did you swear THEN?" asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

 

"No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap,

rolled onto the green, and stopped about eighteen inches from the hole."

 

The two nuns were silent for a moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then Mother Superior sighed and asked, "You missed the ****ing putt didn't you?"

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