by Die Judicii » 11 Nov 2017, 10:47 am
The local wood cutter was invited by the Minister to have a game of golf with him.
So on Sat morning they arrive at the golf course and head out.
On the first swing of the day, the wood cutter (Ben) sliced it and finished up out in the rough.
Sh!t, you b@stard of a thing ,,,,, Ben said.
The minister scolded Ben for swearing, and said that the Good Lord can hear you swear.
That's ok said Ben,,,, it wasn't real bad swearing.
On the next green, Ben miss hit the ball terribly, and started swearing again.
The minister said, Ben,,,,, I must warn you that the Good Lord can hear everything, and he doesn't like people who swear.
Ben replied,,, Oh but I'm having a terrible game, and I think he would understand.
Further down the course Ben is still having a bad game,,,,, and still swearing.
Minister said, Ben,,,,,,,, if you keep this up, the Good Lord will strike you down.
Ben replied,,,,,,, Father I'm sure the Good Lord can understand how bad my golf is today.
Towards the end of the game Ben lets forth with a string of obscenities,,,,,,, and then there was a huge clap of thunder,,,,,,,,,
and a bolt of lightning shot down,,,,, hit the minister, and killed him stone dead.
Ben just stood there quivering with fear,, and then this loud voice was heard from the heavens that said,, F#CKING HELL,,, I hit the wrong one.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.