该死的！
一位修女和一位神父打高尔夫。
第一洞开球，神父摆好姿势，一挥杆，球飞得又高又直……球落地了，结果离洞口还是差了好几米。
“该死的！没击中！”
修女倒吸一口气，立刻训斥他：
“神父，请注意你的言辞。你要是再这样污言秽语，小心老天打雷雷劈你！”
他们走到果岭。神父再次推杆，球笔直滚向洞口…… 然后稍微偏了一点点，停在离洞口几厘米的地方。
“该死的！又没击中！”
修女双手抱胸：
“神父，我最后警告你一次。再敢乱说话，天上可真会有回应的。”
神父嘟囔着，准备打一个几乎不可能失手的短推。结果球沿着洞边滑过去，绕了一圈，偏偏就是不掉进去，停在洞边嘲笑他似的。
“该死的！还是没击中！”
话音刚落，天空突然咔嚓一声雷响，一道闪电劈在果岭上。烟雾散去时，修女已经不见了- 被劈得连渣都没剩下，只留下神父一个人在原地瑟瑟发抖。
这时，天上传来一个深沉的声音：
“该死的！…… 俺又没击中！”
A nun and a priest are out playing a round of golf.
At the first tee, the priest lines up his shot and swings. The ball soars beautifully… then drops several meters short of the hole.
“Oh God dammit, I missed.”
The nun gasps and scolds him,
“Father, mind your tongue. If you keep taking the Lord’s name in vain, He may strike you down with lightning.”
They walk to the green. The priest putts again. The ball rolls straight toward the hole… then drifts just wide and stops inches from glory.
“Oh God dammit, missed again.”
The nun folds her arms,
“Father, I’m warning you. One more blasphemy, and heaven itself may intervene.”
Grumbling, the priest taps the ball for what should be the easiest putt of his life. It skirts the rim, lips out, and settles mockingly beside the cup.
“Oh God dammit! How could I miss that?”
A deafening crack splits the sky. A blinding bolt of lightning slams into the green. When the smoke clears, the nun is gone—vaporized—leaving the priest standing alone, trembling.
Then a voice booms from the heavens:
“Dammit… I missed it again.”