A nun is
talking with her Mother Superior. "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 playing golf and hit an incredible drive that looked like
it was going to go over 280 metres,
but it struck a phone line that is
hanging over the fairway and fell straight to the ground
after going
only about 100 metres."
"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 zoomed
down out of the sky, grabbed he squirrel in his talons and
began to fly
away!"
"IS THAT
when you swore?" asks the amazed Mother Superior.
"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 the Mother
didn't you?"