"What is your sin, my child?" the Priest asks.

"Well," the man starts, "I used the 'F'-word today and I feel so terrible."

"Why don't you tell me what happened. What made you use such awful
language?"
asked the Priest.

"Well, I was out golfing and I hit this incredible drive that looked like it
was going to go over 250 yards, but the ball hit a phone line{*filter*} over
the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going about 100
yards."

"I'm a golfer myself my son" said the Priest "I understand what you were
feeling. So this is when you swore?"

"No Father," said the man,

"You see, after that a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in
his mouth and began to run away."

"And this is when you swore?" asked the Father again.

"No not yet. Just as the squirrel was running away, this eagle came down out
of the sky and grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"

"And it was then that you swore?" asked the amazed Priest.

"No, not yet," replied the man, "Just as the eagle was flying away with the
squirrel he flew towards a wooded area next to the green. And as he passed
over it, the squirrel dropped my ball."

"Did you swear then, my son?" asked the now impatient Priest.

"No, because as the ball fell it struck a tree, bounced through some
bushes, careened off a big rock, and then rolled through a sand trap and on
to the green and stopped dead six inches from the hole!" said the man.

The priest sighed, "You missed the {*filter*}ing putt, didn't you?!! .

Chukker (SUSTAINED MUTANT)

A dead dragon is a good dragon

LOL

Carol J
{*filter*}ia, playing a round golf one Saturday morning, watched in
horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men
playing the next hole. The errant golf ball struck one of the men.
He immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell
to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony.
{*filter*}ia rushed down to the man and immediately began to
apologize. She said, "Please allow me to help. I'm a physical
therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow."
"Ummph, oooh nnooo, I'll be all right...I'll be fine in a few minutes,
" he replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position, still
clasping his hands together at his crotch.
But {*filter*}ia persisted, and he finally allowed her to help him. She
gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened
his pants, and put her hands inside his crotch. She then began
to massage him vigorously.
{*filter*}ia then asked him, "How does that feel?"
Obviously quite aroused, he replied, "It feels great, but my thumb
still hurts like hell!"

Chukker (SUSTAINED MUTANT)

A dead dragon is a good dragon

Chukker (SUSTAINED MUTANT)

A dead dragon is a good dragon