Georgia, Georgia !Snapshot from the Women's Organisation
protest at this years Masters |
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Golf and a nun
A nun is talking with her Mother Superior. "I used some horrible
language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it."
"When did you use this awful language?" asks the Mother
superior.
"Well, I was playing golf and hit an incredible drive that looked
like it was going to go over 280 metres, but it struck a phone line that is
hanging over the fairway and fell straight to the ground after going only about
100 metres."
"Is that when you swore?"
"No, Mother," says the nun. "After that a squirrel ran out
of the bushes and 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 zoomed
down out of the sky, grabbed he squirrel in his talons and began to fly
away!"
"IS THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed Mother Superior.
"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 the Mother Superior sighed
and said, "You missed the f***ing putt,
didn't you?"