From: R.P.
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?"
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was
going to go at least 280 yards, but it struck a phone line hanging over the
fairway and fell straight to the ground after going only about 100 yards."
"Is that when you swore?"
"No, Mother. A squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away."
"Is THAT when you swore?"
"Well, no. You see, an eagle swooped down, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"
"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun.
"No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel, it flew near the green and
the squirrel dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?"
"No. 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 damn putt, didn't you?
--- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) Healthy US through The No-CARB Diet: no C-heney, no A-shcroft, no R-umsfeld, no B-ush.
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