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Taking the Lord's name in vain
« on: July 16, 2008, 05:40:44 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?' 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 fucking putt, didn't you?'
I used to have a handle on life but it broke.