Sunday, February 10, 2008 a way

The parish priest went on a fishing trip.
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!'

'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 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?'

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 Bishop'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? 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.

'And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!' exclaimed the Sister.
The Friar added, 'And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!

The new Bishop looked around at each of them.
A big smile crept across his face as he said,

'You fuckers are my kind of people!'


Suzanne said...

Thanks, I needed that laugh!

BTW, the sister in law is retired on disability and receiving SSDI. I have offered tons of suggestions, but they've fallen on deaf ears.

Any time anyone says she needs to do anything that requires her to buckle down, she pulls the waterworks. This week, I'm sitting with 27 bucks in the checking account until Friday-thanks in part to putting two tanks of gas in the car this week. Ugh...


oh, that is a good one. great way to start my morning!

ccw said...


I am sitting here with my mouth agape. I did not see that one coming.

Thanks for the laugh!

Gretchen said...

Very funny! Thanks for the giggle this morning - and thanks for stopping my blog and inquiring about my grandma! I did make it, and it was a very rough visit. Thanks for asking!

MP said...

That is a good first it seemed familiar..but you got me with that one! I have to remember and retell it!!
Perfect since it's Lent!