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Back at the Convent. . . .
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> A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting.
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> "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? "
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> "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. "
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> The two nuns were silent for a moment. . . .
>
> Then Mother Superior sighed and said,
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> "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you ? "
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