Special Fish

[FastNFancy]

A priest took a sabbatical to 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 a Bitch!"

"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!"
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"Really? Well, help me land this Son of a Bitch!" Once in the boat, they
marveled at the size of the monster. "Father, that's 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
a Bitch!"

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."

Sister Mary 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 his dinner. "I'll
even clean that Son of a Bitch,"

she said. As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Bishop walked in.

"What are you doing Sister?"

"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 to go with it 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

Bishop had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish was
excellent. The Pope said, "This is

great fish, where did you get it?"

"I caught that 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 Bishop added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special
recipe!"

The Pope looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his
face as he said, "You know, You mother fuckers are my kind of people."