A Catholic man enters the confessionalLE CONFESSIONNAL and begins, “Forgive me, I have sinnedPARDONNEZ-MOI, MON PĂRE, CAR J’AI PĂCHĂ.”
“Go on, my son,” replies the priestLE PRĂTRE.
“I sworeJ’AI LĂCHĂ UN GROS JURON the other day—in the most profane way possible,” the man confessesAVOUE L’HOMME.
“Continue,” says the priest.
“I was playing golf and hit my driveJ’AI TAPĂ MON DRIVE. It looked perfect—dead straightBIEN DROIT down the fairwayLE FAIRWAY. But about 200 yards outĂ ENVIRON 200 YARDS, my ball struck a power lineA HEURTĂ UNE LIGNE ĂLECTRIQUE crossing overhead.”
“And that’s when you swore?” asks the priest.
“No, Father, not yetPAS ENCORE. The ball ricocheted off the wires and sailed into the deep roughLE ROUGH PROFOND.”
“Aha, that must have been the moment, yes?” says the priest.
“Not even thenMĂME PAS ALORS. As I walked toward the roughLE ROUGH to play my second shot, a hawk swooped downUN FAUCON A PIQUĂ, snatched my ballA ATTRAPĂ MA BALLE in its beakBEC, and flew off with it.”
“I see,” says the priest. “This surely was when you sworeC’EST SĂREMENT LĂ QUE VOUS AVEZ JURĂ.”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But no. As the bird passed over the green, the ball dropped from its mouth and landed just two feet from the holeEST TOMBĂE Ă SEULEMENT DEUX PIEDS DU TROU.”
A brief silence follows. Then the priest leans forwardSE PENCHA EN AVANT and says, “You missed the f*ckin' putt, didn’t you?VOUS AVEZ RATĂ CE PUTAIN DE PUTT, HEIN ?”
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