A priest and a nun are playing golf when the priest badly misses his shot, leaving himself blocked by trees and in deep rough.
Frustrated, the priest grumbles, “Fuck I missed.”
The nun, taken aback, says to the priest, “Father, you are a man of the cloth. You shouldn’t speak that way.”
Annoyed, the priest brushes off the nun and tries to recover with his next shot rather than punching the ball back into the fairway. He takes a big swing, makes great contact, and almost succeeds with the high-risk shot, but winds up short and deeply embedded in the sand trap. Immediately, he exclaims even louder, “Fuck I missed!”
This time the nun isn’t having it, so she turns to him and says, “Father, if you continue to speak like that, may God strike you down!”
The priest brushes it off again with a “Yeah, sure, whatever,” and proceeds to try to blast the ball out of the sand trap but barely moves it a few inches, this time shouting, “Fuck I missed!”
Almost immediately the sky darkens and clouds roll in. A low rumble builds and a thick bolt of lightning comes crashing from the sky, vaporizing the nun right where she stands!
Then a deep voice from the clouds exclaims, “FUCK… I missed!”
