ME & MY KITTY
01-03-2007, 10:28 AM
SON OF A BITCH FISH
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 a
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?"
"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
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 f*ckers are my kind of people."
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 a
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?"
"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
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 f*ckers are my kind of people."