A man goes to the confessional and says, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"What is your sin, my child?" The Priest asks.
"Well," the man starts, "I used some horrible
language today and I feel so terrible."
"Why don't you tell me what happened. What made you use
such awful language?" asked the Priest.
"Well, I was out golfing and I hit this incredible
drive that looked like it was going to go over 250 yards, but the ball hit a phone line
hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going about 100
yards."
"I'm a golfer myself my son" said the Priest
"I understand what you were feeling. So this is when you swore?"
"No Father," said the man,
"You see, after that a squirrel ran out of the bushes
and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"And this is when you swore?" asked the Father
again.
"No not yet. Just as the squirrel was running away,
this eagle came down out of the sky and grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to
fly away!"
"And it was then that you swore?" asked the amazed
Priest.
"No, not yet," replied the man, "Just as the
eagle was flying away with the squirrel he flew towards a wooded area next to the green.
And as he passed over it, the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear then, my son?" asked the now
impatient Priest.
"No, because as the ball fell it struck a tree, bounced
through some bushes, careened off a big rock, and then rolled through a sand trap, and on
to the green and stopped dead six inches from the hole!" told the man.
The priest sighed,
"You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?!! .
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