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 a Son

 

  of a Bitch fish!"

 

 

  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 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.

 

 

  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-fu##ers are my kind of people."