TraceDaddy
07-09-2009, 08:39 AM
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!'
'Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!'
'No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is - a Son of a
Bitch fish!'
'Really? 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. What should I do with it?'
'Why, 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!'
'It's OK, Sister. 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?'
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?'
'Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch 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 Bitch Fish.'
'Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to
go with it, 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 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 Bitch!' proclaimed the proud priest.
'And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!' exclaimed the Sister.
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 mother fuckers are
my kind of people!'
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!'
'No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is - a Son of a
Bitch fish!'
'Really? 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. What should I do with it?'
'Why, 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!'
'It's OK, Sister. 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?'
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?'
'Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch 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 Bitch Fish.'
'Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to
go with it, 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 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 Bitch!' proclaimed the proud priest.
'And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!' exclaimed the Sister.
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 mother fuckers are
my kind of people!'