On the last day of his trip a priest hooked a monsterfish and proceeded to reel it in.
The guide, holding a net, yelled, "look at the size ofthat 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 ofa Bitch fish!"
"Really? Well, then, help me land this Son of aBitch!"
Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of themonster.
Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've everseen."
"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I dowith it?"
"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anythingas good as a Son of a Bitch!"
Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
While unloading his gear and his prize catch, SisterMary 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--aSon of a Bitch fish!"
"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that bigSon of a Bitch?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothingcompares to the taste of a Son of a Bitch."
Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishopwas scheduled to visit in a few days and that theyshould 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 walkedin. "What are you doing Sister?"
"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch forthe new Bishops' dinner."
"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Pleasewatch 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 mealto go with it, an d that Son of a Bitch can be themain course!
Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son ofa Bitch."
On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything wasperfect.
The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine wasfine, and the fish was excellent.
The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where didyou get it?"
"I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proudpriest.
The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed theSister.
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 fuckers are my kind of people."