A Catholic man goes to the confessional
and says to the priest, "Forgive me
Father, for I have sinned."
"What is your sin, my child?" asks the
priest.
"Well," the man starts, "I used some
horrible language this week and I feel
absolutely terrible."
"When did you use this awful language?"
asks the priest.
"I was golfing and hit an incredible
drive that looked like it was going
to go over 250 yards, but it struck
a phone line that was hanging over the
fairway and fell straight down to the
ground after going only 100 yards."
"Is that when you swore," asked the
priest.
"No, Father," said the man, "After that
a squirrel ran out of the bushes and
grabbed my ball with his mouth and began
to run away."
"Is that when you swore?" asked the
priest again.
"Well, no," said the man, "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 priest.
"No, not yet," the man replied. "As
the eagle carried the squirrel away
in his claws, it flew towards the green.
As it passed over a bit of forest near
the green, the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?" asked the now
impatient priest.
"No, because as the ball fell it struck
a tree, bounced through some bushes,
careened off a big rock and rolled through
a sand trap, onto the green and stopped
within six inches of the hole."
"You missed the *&*#!x# putt, didn't
you?" sighed the priest.
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