A man entered the confessional, seeking forgiveness for his recent transgression. “I used the ‘F-word’ over the weekend,” he admitted. The priest granted him absolution, but the man insisted on sharing the story behind his outburst.
As the man recounted his golf game, the priest listened intently. The man’s drive had veered into the trees, but a lucky bounce gave him a clear shot to the green. Just as he was about to swing, a sneaky squirrel snatched his ball and scampered up a tree.
The priest’s curiosity grew, but the man continued, explaining how an eagle then swooped in, catching the squirrel and flying away. The priest’s patience wore thin, but the man pressed on, describing how the dying squirrel dropped the ball, which landed mere inches from the hole.
The priest’s composure finally broke, and he exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you missed that f…ing putt!” The man’s confession had become a hilarious tale of golfing misadventure, leaving the priest in stitches.
