Subject: Golfing Confession A man went to Confession and said to the priest : "Forgive me, Father. I used the F-word this week." "Ah, my son. Tell me the circumstances which caused you to use the F-word. After all, I can understand a person being provoke into using it." "Well, I was golfing and I had just hit a beautiful tee-shot that sailed straight as an arrow for 280 yards, but then suddenly sliced into the woods." "That is when you used the F-word. I can appreciate your frustration, my son, as I am a golfer myself." "No, I stayed cool at that point, Father. I then hit a perfect shot out of the woods, but suddenly it landed in the sand trap." "Now, I can understand you saying the F-word at that point." "No, Father, I was calm even then. I got out my sand wedge and hit a perfect shot out of the trap right at the pin, but suddenly the ball stopped an inch from the cup." "Ah, that is when you used the F-word. How frustrating." "No, Father, I was still cool." "YOU MEAN YOU MISSED THE FUCKING PUTT?!?!??!" --