Ah, that one reminds me about the priest who went golfing with some not too pious friend. Who used to curse a lot. Like, he would put the ball on the tee, swing, miss the ball, and mutter "Holy shit. Missed.". The priest, of course, would frown, and scold him a bit. And the guy would of course apologise. And swing again.
And miss. And go "Oh GOD fucking HELL, shit ! Missed !", but quickly "Oh, sorry, Father, I didn't mean it.", seeing that the priest gets a bit more irritated the second time : "My Son, you know that Our Lord hears everything we say, and has made it clear in the Holy Scriptures that you should not calling His name in vain. So do watch your language, please."
Sure. Tries again. Swings. "MOTHER OF CHRIST, FUCK ! Missed !" "Please ! Watch your tongue. You will start to anger The Lord with your behaviour." Apologies.
Swing again. "HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF CHRIST SHIT HELL JEEEZUS, FUCK, MISSED !" And suddenly the skies darken, a terrible wind rises. Black clouds cover the golf course, thunder rolls, the priest yells "THERE, YOU DID IT, YOU BROUGHT UPON YOU THE WRATH OF GOD, MAY HE HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL", the guy panics, falls on his knees, cries, starts to beg for forgiveness, "TOO LATE TOO LATE" yells the priest. And lightning strikes, once, in a terrible deflagration, and litterally vaporises the priest !
And from the skies, a terrible mighty voice is heard : "Fucking christ holy mother of shit, missed !"