Thread: A fishy tale.

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, got overly excited and yelled, "Look at
the size of that Son of a Bitch!"

The Priest scolded, "Son, I"m a priest. Your language is uncalled
for!"

"No, Father", said the guide thinking fast, "that's what kind of
fish it is. A Son of a Bitch fish!"

"Really?", said the priest. "Well help me land this Son of a
Bitch!"

Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.

The guide exclaimed, "Father, that is the biggest Son of a Bitch
I've ever seen!"

"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch." said the priest, "what should
I do with it?"

The guide replied, "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!" said the proud
Padre.

Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"

The priest explained, "It's ok Sister. That's what kind of fish
it is. A Son of a Bitch fish!"

Relieved, Sister Mary said, "Oh, well then what are you going to
do with that big Son of a Bitch?"

"Why, eat it of course." he replied. "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 and said,
"What are you doing Sister?"

"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the Pope's
dinner." she said.

"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your
language!" scolded the Friar.

Sister Mary said, "No, no, no. It's called a Son of a Bitch fish.
Really."

The Friar replied, "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!"

As the Pope looked at each of them a big smile slowly crept
across his face. Leaning back in his chair, he put his feet up on
the table, lit a big cigar and said...

"You fokkers are alright!!"

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