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A Fishy Story.....

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A Fishy Story.....

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 B*tch!" "Son, I'm a priest. Your language is un-called for!" "No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is--a Son of a B*tch fish!" Really? Well then, help me land this Son of a B*tch!" Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster. "Father, that's the biggest Son of a B*tch I've ever seen." "Yes, it is a big Son of a B*tch. What should I do with it?" "Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as a Son of a B*tch!" 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 B*tch 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 B*tch fish!" "Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a B*tch?" "Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a Son of a B*tch." Sister Mary informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a B*tch for his dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a B*tch", 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 b*tch 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 B*tch fish. Really." "Oh well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and that Son of a B*tch can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a B*tch." On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish was excellent. The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?" "I caught that Son of a B*tch!" proclaimed the proud priest. The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing. "And I cleaned the Son of a B*tch!" exclaimed the Sister. The Pope sat silent in disbelief. The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a B*tch, using a special recipe!" The Pope looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his face as he said, "You motherf**kers are my kind of people

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