Dave had tried to be particularly careful about his language, as he played
golf with his preacher. But on the twelfth hole, when he twice failed to hit out
of a sand trap, he lost his resolve and let fly with a string of expletives.
The preacher felt obliged to respond. “I have observed,” he said, in a calm
voice, “that the best golfers do not use foul language.”
“I guess not,” said Dave. “What the hell do they have to cuss about?”