A Catholic man enters the confessionalLE CONFESSIONNAL and begins, “Forgive me, I have sinnedPARDONNEZ-MOI, MON PÈRE, CAR J’AI PÉCHÉ.”
“Go on, my son,” replies the priestLE PRÊTRE.
“I sworeJ’AI LÂCHÉ 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 TAPÉ MON DRIVE. It looked perfect—dead straightBIEN DROIT down the fairwayLE FAIRWAY. But about 200 yards outÀ ENVIRON 200 YARDS, my ball struck a power lineA HEURTÉ UNE LIGNE ÉLECTRIQUE 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 thenMÊME PAS ALORS. As I walked toward the roughLE ROUGH to play my second shot, a hawk swooped downUN FAUCON A PIQUÉ, snatched my ballA ATTRAPÉ MA BALLE in its beakBEC, and flew off with it.”
“I see,” says the priest. “This surely was when you sworeC’EST SÛREMENT LÀ QUE VOUS AVEZ JURÉ.”
“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 TOMBÉE À 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 RATÉ CE PUTAIN DE PUTT, HEIN ?”
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