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THE GOLFING NUN
>
> A nun walked into Mother Superior's office and plunked down into a chair.
> She let 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.
> 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 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. "You must tell me all
> about it!" "Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster,
> Mother. A 540-yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden
> green...and I hit the drive of my life. The sweetest swing I ever
> made.... it was flying straight and true, right along the line I
> wanted...and it hit a bird in mid-flight, not 100 yards off the tee!"
>
> "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 ran out of
> the woods, grabbed my ball and ran off down the fairway!"
>
> "Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized the Mother Superior.
>
> "But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "I was so proud of
> myself! While I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this hawk
> swooped down, grabbed the squirrel and flew off, with my ball still
> clutched in the squirrel's paws!"
>
> "So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope,
> that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, ".... as the hawk
> started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk
> dropped him right on the green. The ball popped out of the squirrel's paws
> and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!"
>
> Mother Superior sat abruptly back in her chair, folded her arms across her
> chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...
>
> "You missed the f***ing putt, didn't you?"
>
>
> A nun walked into Mother Superior's office and plunked down into a chair.
> She let 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.
> 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 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. "You must tell me all
> about it!" "Well, we were on the fifth tee...and this hole is a monster,
> Mother. A 540-yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden
> green...and I hit the drive of my life. The sweetest swing I ever
> made.... it was flying straight and true, right along the line I
> wanted...and it hit a bird in mid-flight, not 100 yards off the tee!"
>
> "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 ran out of
> the woods, grabbed my ball and ran off down the fairway!"
>
> "Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized the Mother Superior.
>
> "But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "I was so proud of
> myself! While I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this hawk
> swooped down, grabbed the squirrel and flew off, with my ball still
> clutched in the squirrel's paws!"
>
> "So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile. "Nope,
> that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, ".... as the hawk
> started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk
> dropped him right on the green. The ball popped out of the squirrel's paws
> and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!"
>
> Mother Superior sat abruptly back in her chair, folded her arms across her
> chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said...
>
> "You missed the f***ing putt, didn't you?"
>
