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There once lived an hunter who missed more than he hit the target.

His problem was that he shouted the phrase �Oh, f**k I missed!�, every time he missed a shot.

His friends and family who were concerned took him to a priest to see if fear of God could make him stop cursing.

After meeting the hunter, the priest told him that, Swearing is a sin and we as God�s children should not commit them.

So the Archer agreed that swearing needed to stop, hence he requested the priest to go with him the next time he went hunting.

The priest agreed and they both went out the next day to a forest.

The hunter took his first shot and missed. He shouted, �Oh, f**k I missed!�

To which the priest warned him, �Son, do not sin. For the lord is watching over you now.�

The hunter apologized and got ready to take his next shot.

He missed and again he shouted even louder �Oh, f**k I missed!�

The priest was furious now, he shouted at the hunter with the words �Son, you are making the lord angry. One more curse word from your mouth and the lord will strike thunder upon you!�

The hunter got scared and with nervousness took his final shot.

Again, he missed.

And again, he shouted �Oh, f**k I missed!�

As he finished the sentence, there was a thunder lighting and it hit the priest.

And the priest died.

The hunter was confused. And after 10 secs, he hears a voice from above and it sounded awful lot familiar to �Oh, f**k I missed!�

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