A priest goes on vacation. On the last day of his trip he goes out on a guided fishing trip and hooks a monster of a fish. The fishing guide , holding a net, yells, "look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!" "Son, I'm a priest. Watch your language, it's uncalled for!" "NO, Father , that's what kind of a fish it is-a Son of a Bitch fish!" Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
"Father", the guide exclaims, "that's the biggest Son of Bitch I've ever seen." "Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?" the priest asks. "Why eat it of course, you've never tasted anything as good as a Son of a Bitch!" Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
While unloading his gear and 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 a fish it is- a Son of a Bitch fish!" The nun replies, "What are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?" "Why eat it of course!" answers the priest.
Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should prepare the Son of a Bitch for his dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch," she said. In walks a Friar.
"What are you doing Sister?" "Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new Bishops' dinner." "SISTER, I'll clean it , you are upset! PLEASE, watch your language!" "No, no, no, it's called a Son of a Bitch fish!"
"Really?", the Friar ponders. "Well in that case I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and that Son of a Bitch will be the main course!
On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was served along with the fish, a perfect table setting.
The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?" "I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the priest.
The Bishops eyes opened wide, he said nothing. "And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed Sister Mary. The Bishop sat silent in disbelief. The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!"
The new Bishop looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his face as he said, "You mother fawkers are my kind of people!"
"Father", the guide exclaims, "that's the biggest Son of Bitch I've ever seen." "Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?" the priest asks. "Why eat it of course, you've never tasted anything as good as a Son of a Bitch!" Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
While unloading his gear and 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 a fish it is- a Son of a Bitch fish!" The nun replies, "What are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?" "Why eat it of course!" answers the priest.
Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should prepare the Son of a Bitch for his dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch," she said. In walks a Friar.
"What are you doing Sister?" "Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new Bishops' dinner." "SISTER, I'll clean it , you are upset! PLEASE, watch your language!" "No, no, no, it's called a Son of a Bitch fish!"
"Really?", the Friar ponders. "Well in that case I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and that Son of a Bitch will be the main course!
On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was served along with the fish, a perfect table setting.
The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?" "I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the priest.
The Bishops eyes opened wide, he said nothing. "And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed Sister Mary. The Bishop sat silent in disbelief. The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!"
The new Bishop looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his face as he said, "You mother fawkers are my kind of people!"
