The carpenter and the priest were out golfing one fine Sunday. The carpenter swings at the ball, misses, and exclaims "God damn! Missed again!" The priest frowns and says "You're not supposed to take the Lords Name in vain!" The carpenter says "Shut up, sky pilot" and takes another swing. "GOD DAMN! MISSED AGAIN!" The preacher, visibly upset, tells the carpenter "The Lord might strike you down with lightning for saying that!" The carpenter replies "There ain't no God!", takes another swing and yells "GOD DAMN! MISSED **AGAIN**!" And with that, a bolt of lightning came out of a perfectly clear blue sky and turns the preacher into a puff of smoke. A deep booming voice from the sky intones "**GOD DAMN! MISSED AGAIN!**"