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!" the priest said.
"No, Father," replied the guide, "that's what kind
of fish it is. It's a Son of a Bitch fish!"
"Really? Well help me land this Son of a Bitch!"
chimed the priest.
Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
"Father, that is the biggest Son of a Bitch I've
ever seen" said the guide.
"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch," replied the priest.
"What should I do with it? " asked the priest. "Why
eat it, of course," answered the guide. "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!" the
priest said.
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary.
"Father!"
"It's OK Sister," said the priest, "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?" asked Sister Mary.
"Why, eat it of course," answered the priest.
"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 Mary?" asked the
Friar.
"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a
Bitch for the Pope's dinner," replied Sister
Mary.
"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset!
Please watch your language!" asked the Friar.
"No, no, no. It's called a Son of a Bitch fish -
really!" claimed Sister Mary.
"Oh, well in that case, I'll fix up a great meal
and that Son of a Bitch can be the main course!"
replied the Friar. "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, and he said, "You
fuckers are alright!"