A priest and a nun are out golfing.

They get to hole 5, and the priest has a 10ft put for par. He misses and yells "Dammit I missed!" The nun yells at him and says he knows better. The preist says "I know, I know, it won't happen again." So they get to the 12th hole and the priest has a 5ft put for par. The priest swings and misses, he yells "Dammit I missed." The nun gets mad and says "You said you wouldn't use foul language. You know how this works. Three strikes and you're out." The priest says "I know I know, it won't happen again. So they get to the last hole and the priest has a 3ft put for a birdie. The priest swings and misses and yells "Dammit I missed!" This time the nun goes off on the priest chastising him for once again using foul language. About this time a storm brews overhead right there on the green. A bolt of lightning strikes and vaporizes the nun. A loud voice from heaven then shouts "Dammit I missed!"