The Big Fish

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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!" "Really? Well
help me land this Son of a Bitch!"
Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster. "Father, that is 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."
The Sister 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 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 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 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 Friar had
prepared an excellent meal. There was wine, and the fish was excellent.
The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?" "I caught the
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. And the friar added, "And I
prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!" The Pope looked at
each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his face. "You fuckers are
alright!!"

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