A nun is sitting with the monsignor chatting.
"I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it," the nun admitted.
"When did you use this awful language?" asked the monsignor.
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a robin that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards."
"Is that when you swore?" asked the monsignor.
"No, Monsignor," said 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?" asked the monsignor again.
"Well, no," said the nun. "You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"
"AHA! And THAT is when you swore?" asked the amazed monsignor.
"No, not yet," the nun replied. "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 the monsignor, becoming impatient.
"No," said the nun, "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 monsignor was quiet a few seconds, then said: "Jesus H. Christ, sister! You missed a fucking six-inch putt??!!".
