The Nun Had the Most Unbelievable Golf Shot Ever!
A nun walks into the Mom Superior’s workplace and plunks down right into a chair.
She lets out a sigh, heavy with frustration.
“What troubles you, Sister?” requested the Mom Superior. “I assumed this was the day you spent with your loved ones.”
“It was,” sighed the Sister. “And I went to play golf with my brother. We attempt to play golf as typically as we will. You already know I used to be fairly a gifted golfer earlier than I devoted my life to Christ.”
“I appear to recall that,” the Mom Superior agreed. “So I take it your day of recreation was not stress-free?”
“Removed from it,” snorted the Sister. “In reality, I took the Lord’s identify in useless as we speak!”
“Goodness, Sister!” gasped the Mom Superior, astonished. “You could inform me all about it!”
“Properly, we had been on the fifth tee — and this gap is a monster, Mom — 540 yard par 5, with a nasty dogleg proper and a hidden inexperienced … and I hit the drive of my life. The sweetest swing I’ve ever made. And it’s flying straight and true, proper alongside the road I needed … and it hits a fowl in mid-flight!”
“Oh my!” commiserated the Mom Superior. “How unlucky! However absolutely that didn’t make you blaspheme, Sister!”
“No, that wasn’t it,” admitted the Sister. “Whereas I used to be nonetheless making an attempt to fathom what had occurred, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball and runs off down the golf green!”
“Oh, that will have made me blaspheme!” sympathized the Mom Superior.
“However I didn’t, Mom!” sobbed the Sister. “And I used to be so pleased with myself! And whereas I used to be pondering whether or not this was an indication from God, this hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my ball nonetheless clutched in his paws!”
“In order that’s while you cursed,” mentioned the Mom Superior with a figuring out smile.
“Nope, that wasn’t it both,” cried the Sister, anguished, “as a result of because the hawk began to fly out of sight, the squirrel began struggling, and the hawk dropped him proper there on the inexperienced, and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!”
The Mom Superior sat again in her chair, folded her arms throughout her chest, mounted the Sister with a baleful stare and mentioned …
“You missed the f*cking putt, didn’t you?”
