Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Sepulchral voice!

THE preacher and his friend had teed off. The friend missed a short putt for his birdie and swore under his breath. At the third hole, he missed another easy putt. "Damn! Missed again," he muttered. On the seventh hole, he did it again. "Damn! Another miss!" he groaned. The preacher kept giving his friend reproachful glances but said nothing.  They started out on the back nine. On the tenth hole, the ball just missed the cup. "Damn! Missed again!"   "Look!" cried the preacher. "I'm tired of your swearing. If you do it again, I'm going to call on the Lord to strike you."  Yeah, yeah, thought the friend as he teed off on the eleventh. The rest of his putts were accurate until the last hole, where a two-meter putt rolled up to the lip of the cup and stopped right there. "Damn, damn, damn! Missed again!"  A huge black cloud formed overhead and rolled around for a few seconds. Then a lightning bolt whizzed down from the sky and zapped the preacher. The friend gaped in amazement as the clouds opened up and disappeared. Then a sepulchral voice came from nowhere: "Damn! Missed again!"
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1 comment:

  1. Bwahahahahahahahaha. Love this.

    Have a fabulous day. ☺