My dad went to play golf... On a sunny Saturday afternoon and was randomly paired up with a priest. On the first hole, dad missed a three foot putt for par and said to himself ""G*d damn it, I missed!"" The priest said to him ""My son, please do not take the lord's name in vain."" On the second hole, my dad missed a two foot putt for par. He was so mad, he said it again, this time even louder - ""G*d Dammit! I missed!"" The priest again said ""Son! Please do not take the lords name in vain! You will anger him!"" On the third hole, my dad missed a one foot putt for a bird! He was so mad that he threw his putter and screamed ""G*D DAMMIT! I MISSED!"" The priest just shook his head and muttered about G*d punishing him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, huge grey clouds rolled in and darkened the sky. The clouds burst and rain poured down. Before the two golfers could get to shelter, a huge bolt of lightening came down from the sky and obliterated the priest, who was standing right next to my dad. My dad was stunned, wondering what he had just witnessed. Then he heard a booming, thunderous voice emanating from beyond the clouds... ""G*d dammit! I missed!""