A Big Fish
A priest and his neighbor were out fishing one day. On the way back in,
the priest unexpectedly feels a tug on his line. After fighting for
10 minutes, he pulls in his catch. His neighbor exclaims, "Wow, that is
one big son of a bitch!".
The priest gives the neighbor a slight grimace, and the neighbor (feeling a mite
guilty) quickly adds, "That is the kind of fish it is!". The priest shakes his
head in understanding, and the neighbor takes a (subtle) deep breath.
The priest heads back to the rectory and brings the fish into the kitchen. One
of the nuns notices the catch, and when asked the priest mentions "Yep, that's one
big son of a bitch". The nun is shocked by such language, but before she can
say anything, the father adds "That's the kind of fish it is!".
The nun, visibly relieved, offers to clean the fish. While she's cleaning,
the local archbishop happens to walk through the kitchen (on an inspection visit)
and notices the beautiful fillets. When he mentions this, the nun reports
"Yes, this is indeed one big son of a bitch". The archbishop shakes his head in
reprimand, but before he can say anything, the nun adds "and that's the kind of
fish it is".
The archbishop smiles a benediction, and since he has some time on his hand, he
offers to cook it up.
Well, it turns out that the pope is on tour, and visits the rectory that day to
enjoy their esteemed cooking. With everyone seated at the dinner table, the
filleted and cooked fish is wheeled on out. As the pope looks appreciatively at
the spread, the priest volunteers "I caught that big son of a bitch".
The nun then adds "and I cleaned the big son of a bitch". The archbishop follows up
with "and I cooked the big son of a bitch".
The pope hears this, leans back into his seat, reaches into his vest pocket and
pulls out a big cigar. With a smile on his face, he leans back, wags the cigar
at the three, and says
"You fuckers are all right!"
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