A nun returns to the convent after a round of golf and speaks to her Mother Superior.
The nun says, “Mother Superior, I have to confess that today I took the name of our Lord Jesus Christ in vain.”
Mother Superior replies, “What happened, my child?”
The nun explains, “I was on target to break 80 for the first time. I just needed a par on the 18th. I hit a lovely drive right down the middle, but a gust of wind blew it into the rough.”
Mother Superior asks, “Oh no. Was that when you took the name of our Lord Jesus Christ in vain?”
The nun answers, “No, Mother Superior. I was able to control my frustration. Then I hit a great 8-iron to the middle of the green, but a squirrel grabbed my ball and dragged it into a bunker.”
Mother Superior reacts, “What bad luck, my child. Was that when you took the name of our Lord Jesus Christ in vain?”
The nun continues, “No, Mother Superior. Again, I controlled myself and hit a brilliant bunker shot to within 18 inches of the hole.”
Mother Superior snaps, “You missed the f*cking putt, didn’t you?”
Explanation: The joke builds suspense as the nun calmly recounts frustrating moments during her golf game, each one seeming like a perfect reason to swear—but she doesn’t. The punchline comes when the Mother Superior, expected to be calm and holy, breaks character and blurts out profanity, revealing she lost her temper imagining the missed putt.
