A Fishy Tale
Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 11:33 pm
A Priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, a sailor says
"Whoa, look at the size of that f*cker!"
"Hey, mind your language!"says the Priest. Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out,
"Sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - it's a F*cker fish"
Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.
"Look at this huge f*cker" says the priest, spotting the Bishop.
"Language, please! this is God's house," replies the Bishop.
"No, No that's what this fish is called, " says the Priest.
"Oh," says the Bishop, scratching his chin "I could clean that f*cker and we could have it for dinner".
So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior.
" Could you cook this f*cker for dinner tonight?" he asks her. "My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.
"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a f*cker, " says the bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, "wonderful, I'll cook that f*cker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!"
The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.
Well, I caught the f*cker!" says the priest.
"And I cleaned the f*cker!" says the bishop.
"And I cooked the f*cker!" says the mother superior.
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely glaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap,
puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says
" You know what?, You c*nts are alright."
I'll get me coat
"Whoa, look at the size of that f*cker!"
"Hey, mind your language!"says the Priest. Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out,
"Sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - it's a F*cker fish"
Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.
"Look at this huge f*cker" says the priest, spotting the Bishop.
"Language, please! this is God's house," replies the Bishop.
"No, No that's what this fish is called, " says the Priest.
"Oh," says the Bishop, scratching his chin "I could clean that f*cker and we could have it for dinner".
So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior.
" Could you cook this f*cker for dinner tonight?" he asks her. "My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.
"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a f*cker, " says the bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, "wonderful, I'll cook that f*cker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!"
The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.
Well, I caught the f*cker!" says the priest.
"And I cleaned the f*cker!" says the bishop.
"And I cooked the f*cker!" says the mother superior.
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely glaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap,
puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says
" You know what?, You c*nts are alright."
I'll get me coat
