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« on: March 03, 2011, 04:01:53 PM »
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
Superior - 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dog leg 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 !'
 '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 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, 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 #@**!^$ putt, didn't you?
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