Mother Superior was an avid golfer. One Sunday afternoon, she and the local
Bishop were on the greens. Mother Superior's game lived up to her title,
it was superior.
The Bishop, alas had a bad day. When he putted the ball just past the hole
he muttered: "Damn, damn, missed again."
Mother Superior looked stern and adminished him in her best Irish voice:
"Bishop, I will not have such language in my presence."
The Bishop, contrite, apologized. However, at the next hole, his putter
slipped and again he said: "Damn, damn, missed again."
Mother Superior, more sternly than ever warned: "If you curse again, I
will have to ask God Himself to punish you."
For 2 holes all went well. But at the 12th hole, all of the poor Bishop's
balls went astray and again he burst out: "Damn, damn, missed
again."
Mother Superior went down on her knees and prayed: "God, I warned this
man. Punish him for using such language in front of your humble
servant."
A dark cloud appeared on the horizon and sped towards the golf course. It
came to a halt exactly above the 2 players. A lightning bolt came from the
cloud and ..... hit Mother Superior, striking her dead.
A booming voice came from above: "Damn, damn, missed again."
