"Tell me your sins," said the priest.

"Father," replied the golfer "I have used some foul language and I feel absolutely terrible."

"What made you say such foul language?" asked the priest.

"Well, I was out golfing with a few friends when it was my turn to take a shot. I got out my lucky club, took a swing, and boy did it go far! It looked like such an accurate shot too! But suddenly, a bird swooped down and grabbed my ball!"

"Is that when you cursed?" asked the priest.

"No, not yet," replied the man "you see, the bird began to fly dangerously low when a dog appeared out of nowhere and grabbed that ball right out of the bird's talons."

"Is that when you cursed?" asked the priest.

"No ... not yet," replied the man "the dog was very playful and began tossing the ball around finally loosing it in some bushes. I had just started looking for the ball when a squirrel ran by with it in his mouth!"

"IS THAT WHEN YOU CURSED?" said the priest, getting impatient.

"No, not exactly. What happened was, the squirrel was heading for the forest when a raccoon started to chase it. The squirrel ran back onto the course and dropped the ball no further than a foot from the hole."

"Oh let me guess ..." said the priest, "you missed the darn putt, didn't you?"