On the first hole the parishioner began to tee up. With one enormous swing he brought his driver down only to have a windy.
"F@ckin' hell!" He yelled. "F@ckin missed!"
This went on for a few holes, windies one after another, until the clergyman could stand no more of the profanity.
"You want to be careful of what you're saying." He finally said. "God could strike you with lightning for your profane utterances."
The two went on playing and slowly first, then quickly the thunder clouds gathered.
At the eighteenth hole the clergyman was about to tee off when out of the clouds came down a lightning bolt hitting the clergyman and killing him stone dead.
A booming voice came out of the clouds....."F@ckin" hell!!!Missed!"
