"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. This morning, on the golf course I used the F-word."
"Tell me, my son, what were the circumstances that provoked you to such an extent."
"Father, I drove my tee shot three hundred metres, but the wind caught it and it landed in the rough."
"I am a golfer myself so I appreciate your disappointment and using the F-word."
"No, it was okay father, I didn't use it then. I hit a beautiful shot out of the rough. But it nipped the edge of the sand trap and rolled back into it."
"Now I can really understand you using that word."
"No that was okay, too, Father. I pulled out my wedge and hit the perfect shot onto the green. The ball hit the pin and landed ten centimetres from the hole."
"Is that when you used the F-word?"
"No, Father."
"Jesus, don't tell me you missed the f...ing putt?"