A Priest, a Nun, and a Missed Putt

A PRIEST AND A NUN WERE OUT PLAYING GOLF ONE DAY. They get to about hole 5 when the priest has a 10 ft putt for par. He lines up his putt but misses and yells out “Blast it! I missed!” The nun looks flabbergasted and says “Father, you know you shouldn’t …use such language!” The priest, looking genuinely contrite, replied, “You are absolutely right, Sister. I am so sorry. It won’t happen again.” They continued playing, and on the next hole, the priest had an even shorter putt for par, about 5 feet. He carefully lined it up, took a deep breath, and missed again! This time, he slammed his putter into the ground and shouted, “Darn it! I missed again!” The nun, even more shocked than before, exclaimed, “Father! You promised!”

Barely had the words left her lips when a bolt of lightning flashed from the clear blue sky and struck the nun, instantly turning her into a smoking pile of ash. The priest stared in disbelief, then looked up to the heavens and shouted, “WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!” A booming voice echoed from above, “BLAST IT! I missed!”