Golfing Nun

[ringadingh]

A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks down into a
Chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration.

'What troubles you, Sister?' asked the Mother Superior . 'I thought
this was the day you spent with your family.'

'It was,' sighed the Sister. 'And I went to play golf with my
brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know, I was quite
a talented
golfer before I devoted my life to Christ.'

'I seem to recall that,' the Mother Superior agreed. 'So I take it
your day of recreation was not relaxing?'

'Far from it,' snorted the Sister. 'In fact, I even took the Lord's
name in vain today!'

'Goodness, Sister!' gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. 'You must
tell me all about it!'

'Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster, Mother
Superior - 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dog leg left and a hidden
green....and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest
swing I ever made.

And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted...and
it hits a bird in mid-flight!'

'Oh my!' commiserated the Mother. 'How unfortunate! But surely that
didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!'

'No, that wasn't it,' admitted Sister. 'While I was still trying to
fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my
ball and
runs off down the fairway!'

'Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!' sympathized the Mother.

'But I didn't, Mother!' sobbed the Sister. 'And I was so proud of
myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this
hawk
swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my
ball still clutched in his paws!'

'So that's when you cursed,' said the Mother with a knowing smile.

'Nope, that wasn't it either,' cried the Sister, anguished, 'because
as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started
struggling, and the
hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out of
his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!'

Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her
chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...You missed the f**kin' Putt, didn't you?'

[sly]

[AlabamaNomadRider]

Good one.

[fish]

this one is going to be sent to my sister, no she's not a nun