Thursday, April 30, 2009

Joke of the week

I FEEL WE NEED TO BUMP UP THE HUMOR A LITTLE HERE, I'M BEING WAY TOO SERIOUS :)




THE GOLFING NUN

A nun walked into Mother Superior's office and plonked herself down in a chair. She let 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.





''I did' 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 said. '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 that hole is a monster, Mother - a 540 yard Par 5 with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green... I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. It was the sweetest swing I ever made. It flew straight and true, right along the line I wanted...and it hit a bird in mid-flight!





''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, a squirrel ran out of the woods, grabbed my ball and ran off with it





''Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!' sympathized the Mother.





'But I didn't, Mother' sobbed the Sister. 'And I was so proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, a hawk swooped out of the sky and grabbed the squirrel and flew off, with my ball still clutched in his paws!





''So that's when you cursed,' said the Mother with a knowing smile.





'No, 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?'

IT'S ALMOST FRIDAY! :)

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