Saint Peter and God go golfing. St. Peter steps up to the tee on a par three and hits one long and straight. It reaches the green. God is up next. He slices it.
It heads over the fence into traffic on an adjacent street. Bounces off a truck, onto the roof of a nearby shack and into the rain gutter, down the drain spout and onto a lilly pad at the edge of a lake. A frog jumps up and snatches the ball in his mouth. An eagle swoops down, grabs the frog. As the eagle flies over the green, the frog croaks and drops the ball. It’s in the hole. Saint Peter looks at God, exasperated. “Are you gonna play golf?” he asks “Or are you just gonna fuck around?”
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Subtle tweak of the joke, Abraham.