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
280 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 six inches from the hole."
The two nuns were
silent for a moment. Then Mother Superior sighed and asked, "You missed
the fucking putt, didn't you?"
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