Bugger Me
A nun and a priest were playing golf.
At the first hole the priest missed.
“Bugger me, I’ve missed,” he said.
The nun was not very pleased with his language.
“Father, I would rather you did not use that kind of language in front of me,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” said the priest.
At the second hole the priest missed.
“Bugger me, I’ve missed,” he said.
“Now Father, I did ask you not to use that sort of language in front of me. I really do not like it,” said the nun.
”I’m really sorry,” the priest repeated. “It won’t happen again.
At the third hole the priest missed.
“Bugger me, I’ve missed,” he said.
“Now Father, I have asked you twice now not to swear in front of me. I am sure if you do it again God will send a thunderbolt down.”
“I am very, very sorry,” said the priest. “I promise not to do it again.”
At the fourth hole the priest missed.
“Oh bugger, I’ve missed,” he said.
Sure enough, down came a thunderbolt that hit the nun.
And a big voice in the sky said “Oh bugger, I’ve missed.”