Back at the Convent. . . .

>

> A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting.

>

> "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible

> about

> it. "

>

> "When did you use this awful language? " asks the Mother Superior.

>

> "Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it

> was going to go over 250 yards, but it struck a telephone line that's

> hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after

> going only about 100 yards. "

>

> "Is that when you swore? "

>

> "No, Mother, " says 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? " asks the Mother Superior again.

>

> "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! "

>

> "Is THAT when you swore? " asks the amazed elder nun.

>

> "No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws,

> it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball. "

>

> "Did you swear THEN? " asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

>

> "No, because 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 were silent for a moment. . . .

>

> Then Mother Superior sighed and said,

>

> "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you ? "

>

>

:P :P :P

lmao :D