On a balmy day in New York, four priests swapped their clerical garb for polos, khakis, and a round of golf.

After several really horrible shots, 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

Losing weight doesn’t seem to be working for me, so from now I’m going to concentrate on getting taller.