A nun walks into Mother Superior's office
and plunks down into a chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration. "What
troubles you, Sister?" asks the Mother Superior. "I thought this was the day you
spent with your family."
"It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play
golf with my brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was
quite a talented golfer before I devoted my life to Christ." "I seem to recall
that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your day of recreation was not
relaxing?" "Far from it," snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's
name in vain today!"
"Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior,
astonished. "You must tell me all about it!"
"Well, we were on the fifth
tee...and this hole is a monster, Mother -540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg
left and a hidden green...and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The
sweetest swing I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the
line I wanted...and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee!" "Oh
my!" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate! But surely that didn't make you
blaspheme, Sister!" "No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still
trying to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs
my ball and runs off down the fairway!" "Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!"
sympathized Mother. "But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "And I
was so proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from
God, this hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with
my ball still clutched in his paws!"
"So that's when you cursed," said the
Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister,
anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel
started struggling, and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the
ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the
cup!"
Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her
chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said... "You missed the fu**ing
putt, didn't you?"
Thursday, 7 February 2008
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2 comments:
I'm Crying Here!
LOL!!
Linda :)
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