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 Mother Superior.
'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 to ground after only 100 yards.'
'Is that when you swore?'
'No, Mother,' says the nun. 'After that a possum ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and ran away.'
'Is that when you swore?' asks the Mother Superior again.
'No, not yet. As an eagle carried the possum away in its claws, it flew near the green and the possum dropped my ball.'
'Did you swear then?' asks Mother Superior, becoming impatient.
'No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sandtrap, rolled onto the green and stopped about six inches from the hole.'
The two nuns were silent for a moment. Then the Mother Superior sighs and says, 'You missed the effing putt, didn't you?'
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