A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his
trip he hooked a monster fish and proceeded to reel it in. The guide,
holding
a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!"
"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a Bitch fish!"
"Really? Well, help me land this Son of a Bitch!"
Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster. "Father, that is the
biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen."
"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?"
"Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that
Son of a Bitch!"
Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his
gear, and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip. "Take a
look at
this big Son of a Bitch I caught!"
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"
"It's OK Sister. That's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a Bitch
fish!"
"Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste
of a Son of a Bitch."
The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in
a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for dinner. "I'll
even clean the Son of a Bitch," she said.
As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in. "What are you
doing Sister?"
"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the Pope's
dinner."
"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your
language!"
"No, no, no. It's called a Son of a Bitch fish. Really."
"Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a
Bitch can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished
cleaning that Son of a Bitch."
On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect The
Friar had prepared an excellent meal, there was wine, and the fish was
excellent.
The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
"I caught the Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud priest.
The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the sister.
The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a
special recipe!"
The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his
face.
"You fuckers are all right!!"
Fishin'..
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