Paul Brown
08-08-2007, 12:45 PM
A man goes to the confessional and says, "Forgive me Father, for I have
sinned."
"What is your sin, my child?" the Priest asks.
"Well," the man starts, "I used the 'F'-word today and I feel so
terrible."
"Why don't you tell me what happened. What made you use such awful
language?" asked the Priest.
"Well, I was out golfing and I hit this incredible drive that looked like
it
was going to go over 250 yards, but the ball hit a phone line hanging
over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going about
100 yards."
"I'm a golfer myself my son" said the Priest "I understand what you were
feeling. So this is when you swore?"
"No Father," said the man, "You see, after that a squirrel ran out of the
bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"And this is when you swore?" asked the Father again.
"No not yet. Just as the squirrel was running away, this eagle came down
out of the sky and grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly
away!"
"And it was then that you swore?" asked the amazed Priest.
"No, not yet," replied the man, "Just as the eagle was flying away with
the squirrel he flew towards a wooded area next to the green. And as he
passed over it, the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear then, my son?" 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 then rolled through a sand trap and
on
to
the green and stopped a dead six inches from the hole!" told the man.
The priest sighed, "You missed the F-ing putt, didn't you?!!
sinned."
"What is your sin, my child?" the Priest asks.
"Well," the man starts, "I used the 'F'-word today and I feel so
terrible."
"Why don't you tell me what happened. What made you use such awful
language?" asked the Priest.
"Well, I was out golfing and I hit this incredible drive that looked like
it
was going to go over 250 yards, but the ball hit a phone line hanging
over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going about
100 yards."
"I'm a golfer myself my son" said the Priest "I understand what you were
feeling. So this is when you swore?"
"No Father," said the man, "You see, after that a squirrel ran out of the
bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"And this is when you swore?" asked the Father again.
"No not yet. Just as the squirrel was running away, this eagle came down
out of the sky and grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly
away!"
"And it was then that you swore?" asked the amazed Priest.
"No, not yet," replied the man, "Just as the eagle was flying away with
the squirrel he flew towards a wooded area next to the green. And as he
passed over it, the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear then, my son?" 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 then rolled through a sand trap and
on
to
the green and stopped a dead six inches from the hole!" told the man.
The priest sighed, "You missed the F-ing putt, didn't you?!!