One bright summer's day, a young Priest was playing a round of golf with one of the nun's from his church. At the first tee, the Priest takes a mighty swing at the ball and misses.
"DAMMIT!"
"Father! You should not use such language!", said the nun.
"Of course. I am sorry Sister. I was overcome at the time. Thank you."
They played a few more holes and suddenly the priest misses again.
"DAMMIT! Missed again!!"
"Father!"
"Oh, sorry Sister....it won't happen again."
(a few holes later)
"DAMMIT! MISSED AGAIN!!"
"Father, if you persist in using such foul language, God will surely strike you down!"
"Yes.....of course. Sorry Sister"
(still more holes)
"GODDAMMIT! MISSED AGAIN!"

Just then the sky darkened as huge, dark clouds covered overhead. Suddenly, the clouds parted and a single bolt of lightening streaked to Earth, killing the nun instantly.

A low, troubled voice rumbled from the clouds...