One day, a Catholic priest met one of his old high-school friends who he hadn't seen since graduation. The priest noticed that his friend had remained a potty mouth, but being a Godly man he decided to go fishing with him. He had never been fishing anyway, so he figured this would be a good learning experience.
On the day of the fishing trip, they went out and the priest caught the biggest walleye you could imagine. It had to weight 20 pounds. His friend exclaimed to him, "Damn, that's a big son-of-a-bitch!"
The priest was taken aback. "I'm a Godly man, you shouldn't speak to me that way."
His friend, feeling like a sack of ass, tried to lie his way out of it, explaining "no, man, that's what that's called. A son-of-a-bitch!" The priest, not knowing anything about fish, accepted this explanation.
As it turned out, the Pope was visiting the church that day, and the priest could think of no better dinner for the Pope than something he caught himself. So when he brought his verly large fish to the church to be cleaned, one of the altar boys stopped him on his way to the kitchen and remarked on how big the fish was.
The priest was pretty proud by now, "Yeah, I caught the son-of-a-bitch!"
The altar boy was, astonished, asked the priest, "Is that how you talk to God?"
The priest then explained, "No, that's what it's called, a son-of-a-bitch."
When he got back to the kitchen to give the fish to the cook, she exclaimed, "My what a large walleye! Did you catch it?"
The priest corrected her, "Yeah, I caught it. But you should know, that's not a walleye, that's a son-of-a-bitch."
The cook, confused, thought it was just some fish she had never heard of, and accepted that.
When the Pope finally arrived for dinner, the proud kitchen staff brought out their masterpiece, the big son-of-a-bitch, and laid it on the table.
The Pope, after saying grace, commented on how nice the fish looked and that he couldn't wait to get a piece of it. The priest couldn't take it any more, stood up, and said loudly, "You like that? I caught the son-of-a-bitch!"
The Pope, astonished, said "Oh, dear. I don't believe this."
The altar boy, feeling the need to support his priest, said, "Yeah, I saw him bring the son-of-a-bitch in!"
The cook then said, "I cleaned and cooked the son-of-a-bitch myself! Believe it, he caught it."
The Pope was speechless. After about a minute of silence, he took off his hat, threw it on the table, and said, "You know what? You mother****ers are alright."
On the day of the fishing trip, they went out and the priest caught the biggest walleye you could imagine. It had to weight 20 pounds. His friend exclaimed to him, "Damn, that's a big son-of-a-bitch!"
The priest was taken aback. "I'm a Godly man, you shouldn't speak to me that way."
His friend, feeling like a sack of ass, tried to lie his way out of it, explaining "no, man, that's what that's called. A son-of-a-bitch!" The priest, not knowing anything about fish, accepted this explanation.
As it turned out, the Pope was visiting the church that day, and the priest could think of no better dinner for the Pope than something he caught himself. So when he brought his verly large fish to the church to be cleaned, one of the altar boys stopped him on his way to the kitchen and remarked on how big the fish was.
The priest was pretty proud by now, "Yeah, I caught the son-of-a-bitch!"
The altar boy was, astonished, asked the priest, "Is that how you talk to God?"
The priest then explained, "No, that's what it's called, a son-of-a-bitch."
When he got back to the kitchen to give the fish to the cook, she exclaimed, "My what a large walleye! Did you catch it?"
The priest corrected her, "Yeah, I caught it. But you should know, that's not a walleye, that's a son-of-a-bitch."
The cook, confused, thought it was just some fish she had never heard of, and accepted that.
When the Pope finally arrived for dinner, the proud kitchen staff brought out their masterpiece, the big son-of-a-bitch, and laid it on the table.
The Pope, after saying grace, commented on how nice the fish looked and that he couldn't wait to get a piece of it. The priest couldn't take it any more, stood up, and said loudly, "You like that? I caught the son-of-a-bitch!"
The Pope, astonished, said "Oh, dear. I don't believe this."
The altar boy, feeling the need to support his priest, said, "Yeah, I saw him bring the son-of-a-bitch in!"
The cook then said, "I cleaned and cooked the son-of-a-bitch myself! Believe it, he caught it."
The Pope was speechless. After about a minute of silence, he took off his hat, threw it on the table, and said, "You know what? You mother****ers are alright."