A nun and her Mother Superior were out playing golf. As they played, the nun said, "Mother Superior, I feel I must confess to you that I feel my spirituality may be in question. You see, I've been cursing a lot lately.
Mother Superior: "How so, Sister?"
Nun: "Well, the last time I played golf, I whiffed on the first tee."
Mother Superior: "And you cursed then?"
Nun: "Well, no....but that was very upsetting. I said a silent prayer instead." But on the the fourth hole, I lost three of my best golf balls in the rough."
Mother Superior: That sounds very annoying, Sister, but it hardly justifies foul language."
Nun: "I didn't curse then, either, Mother Superior.... I said another prayer. But then my ninth hole tee shot was a terriblee slice. It bouced off the side of another golfer's cart, causing him to curse at me."
Mother Superior: "And you cursed at him in return?"
Nun: "No, Mother Superior. I prayed again. But the ball rolled to the edge of the rough where it was picked up by a squirrel."
Mother Superior: "Don't tell me you cursed one of God's little creatures."
Nun: "No, Mother Superior. But the squirrel ran with my ball and dropped it as it crossd the green. The ball came to rest about a foot and a half from the cup.
Mother Superior paused, then covered her mouth in disbelief as she shouted, "Oh ****!! Don't tell me you missed that fu%#in' putt?!?!