A priest is playing golf with a nun. On the first hole, he lines
up his putt, swings, and misses the hole. "Shit, I missed," he
yells.
The nun is shocked, but she thinks "maybe it was an accident" and
they keep playing.
On the next hole, the priest lines up his putt, swings, and misses
again. "Shit, I missed," he yells again. This time, the nun is
starting to get concerned, but she knows the priest is a good man,
so they keep on playing.
On the third hole, the priest once again lines up putt, swings, and
misses. "Shit, I missed," he yelled for the third time. This time,
the nun says, "I worried about you father, I think you should stop
saying that." The priest just grumbles and keeps playing.
On the fourth hole, the priest lines up his putt, swings, and
misses again. As he yells "shit, I missed," a liightning bolt
strikes down the nun.
The clouds part, and a voice says, "shit, I missed."
