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"Go on," says the priest.

"I swore the other day," says the man.

"Continue," replies the priest.

"I was on the golf course the other day and I hit my drive. It was looking perfect, heading dead straight. About 200 yards down, my ball hit a power line crossing the fairway."

"And this is when you swore?" asked the priest.

"No father, my ball then ricocheted off the power lines and flew off into the deep rough," continued the man.

"This must have been when you swore," the priest exclaimed.

"No father, not yet. As I was walking over to the rough to hit my second shot a hawk flew down from the trees, picked my ball up in its beak and proceeded to fly off with it," continued the man.

"Ahhh, I see," says the priest. "This must have been the point where you swore."

"Nope, not yet... the bird flew over the green and the ball fell from its mouth, landing two feet from the hole."

The priest paused for a few seconds and then said, "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?"