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THE NUN’S GOLF GAME
A nun was sitting and talking confidentially with her Mother Superior. "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it."
"I see...", said the Mother Superior. "Tell me about it. When did you use this awful language?"
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 240 yards, but it struck a phone line that stretches across the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going barely 100 yards."
“Is that when you swore?"
"No, Mother Superior," said the nun, "I tried to stay calm. But after that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away toward the trees."
"Is THAT when you swore?" asked the Mother Superior again.
"Well, no," said 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?" asked the amazed elder.
"No, not yet. Because 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 the Mother Superior, becoming impatient.
"Oh no...because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about a foot 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?”
2/17/2006 12:15 am
just a squirrel trying to get a nut