Thursday, January 17, 2008


The sailor and a priest were playing golf. The sailor was not very good at it, and uttered a loud "F***, missed!" each time he missed.

The priest tolerated him for a few minutes and couldn’t take it anymore. "Do not swear thus, my friend, or God will punish you."

It didn’t make a difference; the sailor continued unabated. One stroke after another, the sailor played badly, and followed up with "F***, missed!"

Again, the priest said, "Do not utter such profanities, or God will show you a sign." It didn’t help, and the next stroke missed was followed by a loud "F***, missed!"

A bolt of lightning dropped out of the clouds and struck the priest dead. A voice was heard in the clouds: "F***, missed

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