A man goes to confessional and tells the priest, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I took the Lord’s name in vain while golfing.”
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“I understand, my son,” the priest says. “I play the game as well, and it can be frustrating. What happened?”
“Well,” the man says, “I hit my drive on the fifteenth green and it sliced to the right, into the trees.”
“Was that when you did it?” The priest asked.
“No, the ball bounced off a tree and onto the green,” the man continued. “But it bounced into a sandtrap.”
“And then you cursed?”
“No, I pulled out a wedge and chipped the ball right out of there. It rolled down the green and stopped two feet from the cup.”
“Ah, that was when you blasphemed,” the priest nods.
“No, Father,” the man replies.
“Jesus Christ,” the priest yells, “You missed a two-foot putt?!”
