Originally Posted by Trianon
A priest took a vacation to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his
trip, he hooked a monster fish and began fighting it. A few minutes
later the guide, holding a landing net, yelled, "look at the size of
that Son of a Bitch!"
"Please, my son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for."
"No, Father, you don't understand" explained the guide, "That's the
species of fish you have on; it's called a 'Son of a Bitch' fish!"
"Really?" asked the surprised priest, "Well then, would you please
net the Son of a Bitch?"
Once the fish was aboard, the guide marveled at its size. "Father,
that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen!"
"It really IS a big Son of a Bitch" the priest beamed, "What should
I do with it?"
"Why, eat it of course. I promise, you've never tasted anything as
good as one of these Sons of Bitches!"
Elated, the priest headed home. While unloading his fishing tackle
and prize catch at the church's back door, Sister Mary appeared and
inquired about his trip.
"Take a look at this huge Son of a Bitch I caught!" the priest gushed,
opening his ice chest.
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father, such language
from a priest!"
"It's Okay, Sister. According to my guide, that's the species of fish
this one is: it's called a Son of a Bitch fish."
"Oh, well then...what are you going to do with that huge Son of a Bitch?"
"Eat it! My guide said they're great!"
Sister Mary then informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to
visit in a few days. "Why don't I clean that Son of a Bitch for you,
and we'll cook it for this special occasion", she volunteered.
On the night of the Pope's visit, everything went perfectly. The wine
was fine, the fish excellent.
The Pope leaned back from his plate and said, "This is absolutely
marvelous fish, where did you buy it?"
"We didn't buy it, Your Holiness; I caught that Son of a Bitch!"
proclaimed the proud priest.
The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned and cooked the Son of a Bitch!", exclaimed the Sister.
The Pope looked silently at each of them. Glancing around the dining
room, he saw they were alone. A big grin spread across his face as
he leaned across the table and whispered, "Go get us some more wine.
You motherfuckers are my kind of people!"