> > >Son of a Bitch Fish
>
> > > On the last day of his trip, the priest 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 a
> > 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?"
>
> > >"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste
> > of a 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
> > Bishops' 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.
>
> > > The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
> > >"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the Sister.
>
> > >The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
>
> > >The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, 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 mother
> > FUKKers are my kind of people."
>
> > > On the last day of his trip, the priest 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 a
> > 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?"
>
> > >"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste
> > of a 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
> > Bishops' 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.
>
> > > The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
> > >"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the Sister.
>
> > >The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
>
> > >The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, 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 mother
> > FUKKers are my kind of people."