A priest took a vacation at 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
"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, help me
land this Son of a Bitch!"
Once in the boat, they marvelled
at the monster. "Father, that is 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 that Son of
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!"
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?"
"Why, eat it of course.
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
As she was cleaning the huge
fish, the Friar walked in. "What are you doing
"Father wants me to clean
this big Son of a Bitch for the Pope'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."
"Oh, well in that case I'll
fix up a great meal 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 Pope's visit,
everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an
excellent meal, there was wine, and a special sauce
for the fish. It 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.
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 all right!!"