Nigtmare
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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?" asks 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 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 not 100 yards off
The tee!"
"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 Mother.
"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" 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 f***ing putt, didn't you?" :lol: :lol: :lol:
Into a chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration.
"What troubles you, Sister?" asks 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 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 not 100 yards off
The tee!"
"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 Mother.
"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" 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 f***ing putt, didn't you?" :lol: :lol: :lol:
