One day, a priest and a nun went out golfing. The priest went first, and as he swung at the ball with his club, his back gave out and he missed.
"Oh sh*t, I missed," the priest grumbled. The nun looked at him, astonished.
"Father! Watch your language!"
"Sorry."
They moved onto the next hole, and as the priest swung, his back gave out.
"Oh sh*t. I missed."
"Father!"
"Sorry."
And they preceded onto the next hole. As he swung at the ball, his back gave out. "Oh sh*t, I missed."
"Father! If you say that word again, let God strike you dead with lightening!"
"Okay, okay."
At the last hole, the priest swung at the ball- and missed. "Oh sh*t, I missed!"
And as he spoke those words, lightening struck through the air, hit the nun and she died.
The priest cowered in fear as a loud, booming voice rose from the Heavens.
"OH SH*T. I MISSED."