The sailor takes his first swing and slices it hard to the left of the green. “FUCK! I missed!” exclaimed the sailor.
“My son! Please refrain from using that type of language, The Lord can hear you!” gasps the priest. The sailor apologizes and they proceed with their game.
The sailor now attempts to chip his ball out of the brush. He gets off a good shot, but it rolls back into a sand trap. “Fuck, I missed!” he says again.
“My son! Please, refrain from such sinful language! You will anger the Lord!” the priest pleads. The sailor apologizes and they continue their game.
The sailor takes a whack at his ball from the sandtrap. He has a great shot, landing the ball right on the green. Still it’s not good enough for him, so yet again he mutters “fuck, I missed!” The priest bursts out, yelling “my son! The Lord will strike you down should you continue in your sinful ways! You will be punished for your sins!” The sailor apologizes profusely and lines up his putt. The putt heads straight for the hole and then runs around the rim and stays out. “FUCK! I MISSED!” the sailor exclaims, louder than before.
Out of nowhere, a lightning bolt shoots from the sky. It streaks down from the clouds and hits the priest, instantly killing him. A deep, booming voice from the heavens speaks… “FUCK! I MISSED!”