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
*****!"
"Son, I'm a Priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is -- a ***** fish!"
"Really? Well then, help me land this *****! Once in the
boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
"Father, that's the biggest ***** I've ever seen."
"Yes, it is a big *****. What should I do with it?"
"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as Son of
a *****!"
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 ***** I caught!"
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"
"It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is -- a *****
fish!"
"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big *****?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of
a *****."
Sister Mary informed the Priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to
visit in a few days and that they should fix the ***** for his
dinner.
"I'll even clean the *****," 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 ***** 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 ***** fish."
"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it and
that ***** can be the main course! Let me know when you've
finished cleaning that *****."
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 *****!" proclaimed the proud Priest.
The Bishop's eyes opened wide but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the *****!" exclaimed the Sister.
The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
The Friar added, "And I prepared the ***** 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 fuckers are my kind of people."

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
*****!"
"Son, I'm a Priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is -- a ***** fish!"
"Really? Well then, help me land this *****! Once in the
boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
"Father, that's the biggest ***** I've ever seen."
"Yes, it is a big *****. What should I do with it?"
"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as Son of
a *****!"
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 ***** I caught!"
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"
"It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is -- a *****
fish!"
"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big *****?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of
a *****."
Sister Mary informed the Priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to
visit in a few days and that they should fix the ***** for his
dinner.
"I'll even clean the *****," 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 ***** 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 ***** fish."
"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it and
that ***** can be the main course! Let me know when you've
finished cleaning that *****."
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 *****!" proclaimed the proud Priest.
The Bishop's eyes opened wide but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the *****!" exclaimed the Sister.
The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
The Friar added, "And I prepared the ***** 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 fuckers are my kind of people."