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An oldie, but still a chuckle...

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, -540
yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg right 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
wasn't what made 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 very 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 its paws!”

“So that”s when you cursed,” said Mother Superior 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 it right there on the green, and the ball popped out of its 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*cking putt, didn't you?”
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