08 January, 2012

The Golfing Gods

A nun was sitting with her Mother Superior, chatting. "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely horrible about it." The elder asked, "When did you use this awful language?"

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go more than 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that's hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards."

"Is that when you swore?"

"No, Mother," said 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?" asked the Mother Superior

"Well, no. You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down from the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons, and began to fly away."

"Is THAT when you swore?" asked the amazed elder.

"No not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away, it flew near the green, and the squirrel dropped my ball."

"Did you swear then?" asked Mother impatiently.

"No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about a foot from the hole."

The two became silent for a moment.

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