A nun sits and chats with Mother Superior
A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior, chatting.
“I used some horrible language this week, and I feel absolutely terrible about it.”
“When did you use this awful language?” asks the elder.
“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 hanging over the fairway and dropped straight down to the ground after only about 100 yards.”
“Is that when you swore?”
“No, Mother,” says the nun. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes, grabbed my ball in its mouth, and started running away.”
“Is THAT when you swore?” the Mother Superior asked again.
“Well, no,” the nun continued. “As the squirrel was running, an eagle swooped down from the sky, grabbed the squirrel in its talons, and began to fly away!”
“Is THAT when you swore?” the elder nun asked, now amazed.
“No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away, it flew near the green, and the squirrel dropped my ball.”
“Did you swear THEN?” asked Mother Superior, growing 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 sat in silence for a moment.
Then Mother Superior sighed and said, “You missed the f***** putt, didn’t you?”*
“I used some horrible language this week, and I feel absolutely terrible about it.”
“When did you use this awful language?” asks the elder.
“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 hanging over the fairway and dropped straight down to the ground after only about 100 yards.”
“Is that when you swore?”
“No, Mother,” says the nun. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes, grabbed my ball in its mouth, and started running away.”
“Is THAT when you swore?” the Mother Superior asked again.
“Well, no,” the nun continued. “As the squirrel was running, an eagle swooped down from the sky, grabbed the squirrel in its talons, and began to fly away!”
“Is THAT when you swore?” the elder nun asked, now amazed.
“No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away, it flew near the green, and the squirrel dropped my ball.”
“Did you swear THEN?” asked Mother Superior, growing 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 sat in silence for a moment.
Then Mother Superior sighed and said, “You missed the f***** putt, didn’t you?”*
