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InkedMaster -> SON OF A BITCH FISH (5/30/2008 5:46:23 PM)
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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!'
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