A priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church.
He looks around and finally stops to watch a fisherman load his boat.
The fisherman notices and asks the priest if he’d like to join him for a couple of hours.
The priest agrees.
The fisherman asks if the priest has ever fished before, to which the priest answers no. He baits the hook and says,
“Give it a shot, Father.”
After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it in the boat.
The fisherman says, “Whoa, look at that big sonofabitch!”
Priest: “Uh, sir, can you please mind your language?”
Fisherman: (THINKING QUICKLY): “I’m sorry, Father, but that’s what the fish is called: — a sonofabitch.”
Priest: “Oh, I’m sorry, I did not know.”
After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and stops the Bishop.
Priest: “Look at this big sonofabitch!”
Bishop: “Please, mind your language, this is a house of God.”
Priest: “No, you don’t understand! That’s what the fish is called and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!”
Bishop: “Hmmm, you know I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it for dinner.” So the Bishop takes the fish, cleans it and takes it to the head mother.
Bishop: “Could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?”
Head Mother: “My lord, what language!”
Bishop: “No, Sister, that’s what this fish is called, asonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we want you to cook it.”
Head Mother: “Yes, I’ll cook that sonofabitch tonight.”
That night the Pope stops by for dinner. He thinks the fish is great and asks where they got it.
Priest: “I caught the sonofabitch.”
Bishop: “And I cleaned the sonofabitch.”
Head Mother: “And I cooked the sonofabitch.”
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, takes off his hat, leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on the table and says,
“You know, you bastards are alright!”
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