On the last day of his trip, the priest 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!"
"Really? Well, then, 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 a Son of a Bitch!"
Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
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 new Bishop 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 the Son of a Bitch," she said.
As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in.
"What are you doing Sister?"
"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for
the new Bishops' 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? 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 new Bishop's visit, everything was
perfect.
The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was
fine, and the fish was excellent.
The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did
you get it?"
"I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud
priest.
The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the
Sister.
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."
