The parish priest went on a fishing trip. 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!'
The priest was clearly offended. 'Son, I'm a priest. Your
language is uncalled for!'
The guide explained to the priest, 'No, Father, that's
what kind of fish it is! It's called a Son of a Bitch
fish!'
'Really?', the priest exclaimed. 'Well then, help me land
this Son of a Bitch!'
Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the
monster. ''Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've
ever seen!'
'Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch', the priest said. 'What
should I do with it?'
'Eat it, of course. You've never tasted anything as good
as Son of a Bitch!'
Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
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! Such
language!' The priest said, 'It's okay, 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?' Sister Mary
informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to
visit in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a
Bitch for his 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?', the Friar asked.
'Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the
new Bishop's dinner.'
Shocked at her coarse language, the Friar said, 'Sister!
I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your
language!'
'No, no, no!', Sister Mary replied. 'It's called a Son of
a Bitch Fish.'
The Friar was surprised. 'Really? Well, in that case,
I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and the fish can
be the main course! Let me know when you've finished
cleaning that Son of a Bitch!'
On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was
perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The
wine was fine, and the Son of a Bitch fish was excellent.
Everyone, of course, was nervous about how the new Bishop
would review the meal.
The Bishop said, 'This is great fish! Where did you get
it?'
'I caught that Son of a Bitch!' proclaimed the proud
priest.
'And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!' exclaimed Sister
Mary.
The Friar added, 'And I prepared the Son of a Bitch,
using a special recipe!'
The new Bishop looked around at each of them.
A big smile crept across his face as he said, 'You
fuckers are my kind of people!'
Unknown "~The Captian~" back from the beach
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