So a priest and a nun were out golfing one day. The priest, however, is a terrible golfer. He lines up his first shot and promptly hits the ball into the rough.
“Fuck, I missed!” he cursed.
“Father,” cried the nun, “don’t use that kind of language!”
So he goes to the next hole and promptly sends it straight into the lake.
“Fuck, I missed!” the father said again, under his breath.
The nun had heard him,however. “Father, if you use that language again, the Lord will strike you down!” she warned.
The priest lines up his shot again. Despite his best efforts, the ball falls into a sandtrap. Before he can react, however, a lightning bolt shoots down from the sky and kills the nun instantly. From very far off in the distance, a booming voice is heard saying “Fuck, I missed!”