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