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 was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to
the ground after going only about 10 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 said, "You
missed the fucking putt, didn't you?"