Fred 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," said he in a calm
voice, "that the best golfers do not use foul language."

"I guess not, said Fred, "what the hell do they have to cuss about?"