The Priest and Confessional
Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2003 4:05 pm
Just couldn't pass this up
A man goes to the confessional. "Forgive me father, for I have
sinned."
"What is your sin, my son?" the priest asks back.
"Well," the man starts, "I used some horrible language this week and
feel
absolutely terrible."
"When did you use this awful language?" asks the priest.
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it
was
going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that was
hanging over
the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only
about 100
yards."
"Is that when you swore?"
"No, Father," says the man. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the
bushes
and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Father again.
"Well, no." says the man. "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!"
"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed Priest.
"No, not yet," the man replies. "As the eagle carried the squirrel
away in
his claws, it flew over a bit of forest near the green and the
squirrel
dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?" asked the impatient Priest.
"No, because as the ball fell, it struck a tree, bounced through some
bushes, careened off a big rock, and rolled through a sand trap onto
the
green and stopped within six inches of the hole."
Silence filled the confessional until the Priest sighed and said, "You
missed the *ucking putt, didn't you?"
A man goes to the confessional. "Forgive me father, for I have
sinned."
"What is your sin, my son?" the priest asks back.
"Well," the man starts, "I used some horrible language this week and
feel
absolutely terrible."
"When did you use this awful language?" asks the priest.
"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it
was
going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that was
hanging over
the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only
about 100
yards."
"Is that when you swore?"
"No, Father," says the man. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the
bushes
and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Father again.
"Well, no." says the man. "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!"
"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed Priest.
"No, not yet," the man replies. "As the eagle carried the squirrel
away in
his claws, it flew over a bit of forest near the green and the
squirrel
dropped my ball."
"Did you swear THEN?" asked the impatient Priest.
"No, because as the ball fell, it struck a tree, bounced through some
bushes, careened off a big rock, and rolled through a sand trap onto
the
green and stopped within six inches of the hole."
Silence filled the confessional until the Priest sighed and said, "You
missed the *ucking putt, didn't you?"