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 sonofabitch!"
"Please, my son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for", said
the gravely embarrassed priest immediately.
"No, Father, you don't understand" explained the guide to cover up
his spontaneous exclamation, "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 for me" Once the fish was aboard, the
guide
marvelled 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
enquired about the 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!", replied the priest.
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 marvellous 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!"
