The sailor and a priest were playing golf. The sailor was
not very good at it, and uttered a loud "F***, missed!"
each time he missed.
The priest tolerated him for a few minutes and couldn't
take it anymore. "Do not swear thus, my friend, or God
will punish you."
It didn't make a difference; the sailor continued
unabated. One stroke after another, the sailor played
badly, and followed up with "F***, missed!"
Again, the priest said, "Do not utter such profanities, or
God will show you a sign." It didn't help, and the next
stroke missed was followed by a loud "F***, missed!"
A bolt of lightning dropped out of the clouds and struck
the priest dead. A voice was heard in the clouds: "F***,
missed!"