Fred had tried
to be particularly careful about his language as he played golf with his priest.
But on the twelfth hole, when he twice failed to hit out of a sand trap, he
lost his resolve and let fly with a string of expletives.
The preacher felt obliged to respond. "I have observed," said he in
a calm voice, "that the best golfers do not use foul language."
"I guess not, said Fred, "what the hell do they have to swear about?"