[Rhodes22-list] Joke - Sister Golfing

[Slim]

Very funny, Brad.  That's one of those Shoulda-seen-it-coming jokes.
Slim

On 4/5/07 3:43 PM, "Brad Haslett" <flybrad at gmail.com> wrote:

> STRONG LANGUAGE!
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> 
> 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?" asks 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 - 540
> yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg 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 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 runs out of the woods, grabs my ball and
> runs off down the fairway!"
> "Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized Mother.
> "But I didn't, Mother Superior!" 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 fucking putt, didn't you?"
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