A priest took a vacation to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his
trip, he hooked a monster fish and began fighting it. A few minutes
later the guide, holding a landing net, yelled, "look at the size of
that Son of a Bitch!"

"Please, my son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for." "No,
Father, you don't understand" explained the guide, "That's the
species of fish you have on; it's called a 'Son of a Bitch' fish!"
"Really?" asked the surprised priest, "Well then, would you please net
the Son of a Bitch?"

Once the fish was aboard, the guide marveled at its size. "Father,
that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen!"

"It really IS a big Son of a Bitch" the priest beamed, "What should I
do with it?" "Why, eat it of course. I promise, you've never
tasted
anything as good as one of these Sons of Bitches!"

Elated, the priest headed home. While unloading his fishing tackle and
prize catch at the church's back door, Sister Mary appeared and
inquired about his trip.

"Take a look at this huge Son of a Bitch I caught!" the priest gushed,
opening his ice chest. Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary,
"Father, such language from a priest!"

"It's Okay, Sister. According to my guide, that's the species of fish
this one is: it's called a Son of a Bitch fish."

"Oh, well then...what are you going to do with that huge Son of a
Bitch?"

"Eat it! My guide said they're great!"

Sister Mary then informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to
visit in a few days. "Why don't I clean that Son of a Bitch for you,
and we'll cook it for this special occasion", she volunteered.

On the night of the Pope's visit, everything went perfectly. The wine
was fine, the fish excellent.



The Pope leaned back from his plate and said, "This is absolutely
marvelous fish, where did you buy it?"





"We didn't buy it, Your Holiness; I caught that Son of a Bitch!"
proclaimed the proud priest.





The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing. "And I cleaned and
cooked the Son of a Bitch!", exclaimed the Sister.





The Pope looked silently at each of them. Glancing around the dining
room, he saw they were alone. A big grin spread across his face as he
leaned across the table and whispered, "Go get us some more wine. You
motherfckers are my kind of people!"

A yound lady went to confession. She told the priest that she's called a man a son of a bitch.
When the priest asked her why, she said, "Well, we were out in the back sat of his cat and he touched my breast." "Like this said the priest?" "Yes." she said. "Then he touched me down there". "like this?" said the Priest. Then he stuck his penis in me.""Like this?" said the priest. "Yes. Then he came in me." "Like this?" gasped the priest in ecstacy. Then he told me he was sorry he had done this as he had the clap." SONOFABITCH! said the priest.

Paul B.