its a sunny day, and a priest decides to walk to the pier. he greets a fisherman along the way and the two begin talking. the fisherman asks if the priest has ever fished before, to which the priest answers no. so the fisherman says, 'well, give this a go, father.' and what do you know, the priest immediately catches a big one, a huge one in fact
'wow, look at that sonofabitch!' exclaims the fisherman in admiration
priest: 'uh, sir, can you please mind your language?'
fisherman: (a quick thinker, this one) ' I do apologize, father, but that’s what the fish is called: a sonofabitch.'
priest: 'oh, I’m sorry, I’m not normally a seafood eater, I am not aware of the terminology.'
after the trip, the priest takes his prize catch to the bishop
priest: 'look at this big sonofabitch!'
bishop (shocked): 'please, mind your language, we are in church!'
priest: 'no, its alright! that’s what the fish is called and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!'
bishop: 'oh. well, I could clean this sonofabitch and have it for dinner.’
So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it and takes it to the head mother
Bishop: ‘could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?’
Head mother: ‘goodness, what language!’
Bishop: ‘no, that’s what this fish is called, a sonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we want you to cook it.’
Head mother: ‘oh okay, I’ll cook the sonofabitch tonight.’
That night the pope stops by for dinner. He thinks the fish is great and asks where they got it
Priest: ‘I caught the sonofabitch’
Bishop: ‘and I cleaned the sonofabitch’
Head mother: ‘and I cooked the sonofabitch’
The pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, pours a whisky, pops a cigar into his mouth, pts his feet up on the table and chuckles, ‘you know, you sonofabitches are alright!’
2006-09-22
19:08:00
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