Four priests in New York went golfing wearing typical “golfer” outfits.  After a while, their caddy asked, “You guys wouldn’t be priests by any chance?”

“Actually, yes, we are,” one cleric replied. “How did you know?”

Easy,” said the caddy. “I’ve never seen such bad golf and such clean language.”

One Liner
Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.