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September 16, 2003

The Big Fish...

A priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church. He looks around and finally stops to watch a fisherman load his boat, The fisherman notices, and asks the priest if he would like to join him for a couple of hours. The priest agrees. The fisherman asks if the priest has ever fished before, to which the priest says "no". He baits the hook for the priest and says, "Give it a shot father".

After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it into the boat. The fisherman catches a glimpse of it and says "Whoa, look at the size of that b*st*rd!"

Priest: "Uh, please, the Lord is watching would you please mind your language?"

Fisherman: (THINKING QUICKLY) "I'm sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - a b*st*rd!"

Priest: "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know."

After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop.

Priest: "Look at this big b*st*rd"

Bishop: "Please, mind your language, this is a house of God."

Priest: "No, you don't understand that's what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this b*st*rd!"

Bishop: "Hmmm. You know, I could clean this b*st*rd and we could have it for dinner."

So the Bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to the Mother Superior.

Bishop: "Could you cook this b*st*rd for dinner tonight?"

Mother Superior: "My lord, what language!"

Bishop: "No, sister, that's what the fish is called - a b*st*rd! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we'd like you to cook it."

Mother Superior: "Hmmm. Yes, I'll cook the b*st*rd tonight."

Well, then the Pope stops by for dinner with the three of them, and they all think the fish is great. He asks where they got it.

Priest: "I caught the b*st*rd!"

Bishop: "And I cleaned the b*st*rd!"

Mother Superior: "And I cooked the b*st*rd!"

There's absolute silence, and the Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then lets out a huge fart, takes off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, lights a cigar, pours himself a large brandy and says......."You know what? You b*st*rds are alright."

Posted by Peskie at September 16, 2003 12:00 PM


Lightening is going to strike you down just any moment... :-)

Posted by: Kat at June 22, 2004 06:06 AM

Yup, nice one.

Posted by: The Gray Monk at June 22, 2004 06:06 AM