Oxygen
05-11-00, 01:45 AM
This tale was passed on to me by Butch, Froggy, and the Magic Twanger. They assure me it's true!
A priest and a nun are playing golf. Being every bit the gentleman, the priest lets the nun tee off first. She swings and WHACK! It's straight down the fairway. The priest isn't so lucky, however, and his shot arcs and lands in the rough. Soon enough, however, they are both on the green. The nun sinks a 22 footer and makes the par for the course. The priest lines up his 10 foot shot and misses, albeit just barely.
"@#$%!" curses the priest.
"What did you say, Father?" asks the nun.
"Nothing, Sister," says the priest.
At the second hole, it's more of the same. The nun's shot seems to head straight for the green while the priest's shot slices and drops him in the worst areas. Again at the green, the nun putts from 18 feet and makes par, while the priest checks, checks, and re-checks his 11 foot shot. He taps the ball, it rolls to the cup, orbits the rim and rolls three feet away.
"@#$%! Missed again!" hisses the priest.
"What did you say, Father?" asks the nun.
"Nothing, Sister," says the priest.
At the third hole, the priets's luck is even worse. He lands in the heavy rough and has to chip his way to the green, where the nun once again makes par. The priest lands a mere 2 feet away. He lines up his shot from all angles, takes careful aim, and putts. The ball rolls cleanly 15 feet past the hole.
"@#$%! Missed again!" curses the priest.
"Father!" Says the shocked nun. "I heard that! God should strike you dead for that!"
All of a sudden the sky grows dark with clouds. Thunder rumbles from above and a bolt of lightning zaps out of the sky and fries the nun to a crisp. Then a voice from heaven says
"@#$%! Missed again!"
A priest and a nun are playing golf. Being every bit the gentleman, the priest lets the nun tee off first. She swings and WHACK! It's straight down the fairway. The priest isn't so lucky, however, and his shot arcs and lands in the rough. Soon enough, however, they are both on the green. The nun sinks a 22 footer and makes the par for the course. The priest lines up his 10 foot shot and misses, albeit just barely.
"@#$%!" curses the priest.
"What did you say, Father?" asks the nun.
"Nothing, Sister," says the priest.
At the second hole, it's more of the same. The nun's shot seems to head straight for the green while the priest's shot slices and drops him in the worst areas. Again at the green, the nun putts from 18 feet and makes par, while the priest checks, checks, and re-checks his 11 foot shot. He taps the ball, it rolls to the cup, orbits the rim and rolls three feet away.
"@#$%! Missed again!" hisses the priest.
"What did you say, Father?" asks the nun.
"Nothing, Sister," says the priest.
At the third hole, the priets's luck is even worse. He lands in the heavy rough and has to chip his way to the green, where the nun once again makes par. The priest lands a mere 2 feet away. He lines up his shot from all angles, takes careful aim, and putts. The ball rolls cleanly 15 feet past the hole.
"@#$%! Missed again!" curses the priest.
"Father!" Says the shocked nun. "I heard that! God should strike you dead for that!"
All of a sudden the sky grows dark with clouds. Thunder rumbles from above and a bolt of lightning zaps out of the sky and fries the nun to a crisp. Then a voice from heaven says
"@#$%! Missed again!"