A vicar and a rather umpleasant loudmouthed man were playing golf.
The vicar tee'd off first and got a perfect hole in one.The other guy tee'd off and his ball landed in a bunker.
"S...,F... I missed the B......" said the man.
My son"said the priest,"if you use language like that,then god will surely strike you down".
On the next hole,the vicar once again got a hole in one.
The other guy took his turn and landed in the rough.
"S...,F... I missed the B..... " he said.
"My son,I have already warned you that if use such profanaties,god will surely strike you down"the pained preacher informed him.
This happened on ever hole on the course.The vicar had a perfect score,while the man continually cursed his bad luck.
On the 18th hole the man cursed again.
Suddenly,out of the cloudless sky,a lightening bolt flew down and struck the vicar killing him stone cold dead.
A voice came from the heavens...
"S...,F....,I missed the B......"