A priest and a member of his flock are playing golf. During the round the man missed a putt, 'goddam it! I missed' says the man.
The priest replies, 'my son, please do not curse in the name of god'
'I'm sorry, Father, it won't happen again'
A couple holes later, the man misses another putt. 'Goddam it! I missed!' Again the priest rebukes him and tells him, 'if you curse like that again, God will strke you down with a bolt of lightening'. Again the man apologizes and promises to never curse again.
On the 18th hole, the man misses a birdie putt to end the round. 'Godam it!! I missed!'
Suddenly the sky grew dark, black clouds formed. A bolt of lightening flashed across the course. When the smoke cleared, there lay the priest dead on the ground, his clothes singed, smoke rising from his dead body. A voice from the heavens was heard, 'Godam it! I missed!'