The Nuns

The Nuns

A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. "I used some horrible
language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it." "When did you use
this awful language?" asks the elder nun.

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going
to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the
fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards."
"Is that when you swore?"

"No, Mother," says the nun. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushesand
grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away." "Is THAT when you swore?"
asks the Mother Superior again.

"Well, no." says the nun. "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!"
"And Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun.

"No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew
near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball." "Did you swear THEN?" asked
Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

"No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled
onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole." The two nuns were
silent for a moment.

Then Mother Superior sighed and said, "You missed the putt, didn't you?