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Duck Hunting
A priest and his friend went duck hunting one morning. They sat in the blind by the lake and waited, and soon a flock of five ducks flew overhead. The priest's friend aimed his shotgun and blasted off both barrels only to see the five ducks continue on unscathed. "Goddamn it! Missed the bastards." he muttered. The priest shakes his head and tsk tsks. Soon another flock of three ducks flies over. The friend raises the shotgun and fires off both barrels, but the ducks keep on flying. "Goddamn it! Missed the bastards." he spat. The priest turns to him and says, "If you take the Lords name in vain one more time he will smite you with lightning.". Some time later another flock of seven ducks fly by and the friend once again lifts his shotgun and fires both barrels, but the ducks fly on unscathed. "Goddamn it! Missed the bastards" He yells. Next thing a huge black cloud appears overhead. Thunder rumbles ominously and then a huge bolt of lightning crashes out of the sky and strikes the priest stone cold dead. The cloud begins to fade and a huge voice rumbles out of heaven, "GODDAMN IT! MISSED THE BASTARD!"
