SON OF A ***** FISH
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 *****!"
"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is -- a Son of a ***** fish!"
"Really? Well, then, help me land this Son of a *****!"
Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
"Father, that's the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen."
"Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?"
"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as
Son of a *****!"
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 ***** 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 ***** fish!"
"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son of a *****."
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 ***** for his dinner.
"I'll even clean the Son of a *****," 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 ***** for the new Bishop'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 ***** fish."
"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it,
and that Son of a ***** can be the main course!"
"Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****."
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 fish was excellent.
The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
"I caught that Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the Sister.
The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special recipe!"
The new Bishop looked around at each of them.
A big smile crept across his face as he said,
"You ******* are my kind of people!"
2007-10-26 08:33:52 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Cultures & Groups ➔ Senior Citizens
I bet the new Bishop baited The hook.
T4
2007-10-26 08:54:09 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 4⤊ 0⤋
You made me smile after a very rough day. Thank you. Usually I have a joke to write back, but I'm drawing a blank. Sorry. Next time.....I gave you a star & I'm e-mailing it to a couple of friends.
2007-10-26 09:22:23 · answer #2 · answered by shermynewstart 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Ha Ha Ha Ha !!!! When do you start your stand up routine? You sure have the material.
2007-10-26 10:33:19 · answer #3 · answered by thirsty mind 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
LOL! - bet later on he had a red face!
2007-10-26 08:45:23 · answer #4 · answered by sage seeker 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
That is so hysterically funny, thank you so much for sharing!
2007-10-26 09:52:40 · answer #5 · answered by slk29406 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
hahahaha, that's a good one, I'll have to pass this along to all my fishin buddy's. Thanks for the laugh hahahahaha
2007-10-27 04:41:13 · answer #6 · answered by Cheryl 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Lol, OK. This Protestant got it! ;-)
2007-10-26 13:13:10 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋