THE NUN....
A nun is chatting with her Mother Superior. "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it," says the young nun.
"When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder nun.
"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 fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards."
"Is that when you swore?" "No, Mother," answers the nun. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away."
"Is THAT when you swore?"
"Well, no" says the nun. "You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"
"And THAT is surely when you swore?" says the amazed Mother.
"No, not yet." she answers. "As the eagle carried the squirrel away, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?" asks Mother Superior, becoming impatient.
"No...the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole!"
The two nuns are silent for a moment.
Then Mother Superior sighs, "You missed the f______ putt, didn't you?
8 years ago
2 comments:
convoluted in a very funny way.
PS - Blogger changed their programming and now I can't link to my non-blogger website. That makes me sad.
As usual, lmao!, but this week it's on Saturday.
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