One day a priest was walking along the pier when he noticed someone in a boat fishing. He waved to the fisherman, and the fisherman asked if he’d like to join him in the boat for a little angling. The priest enthusiastically agreed, but explains that he’s never fished before. The angler says he’ll teach him.
On his first cast, the priest hauled in a really big fish. The fishermen exclaimed, “Wow! That’s a big son of a b****!”
Realizing he’s in the presence of a priest, the fisherman says, “Oh, father, I wasn’t cursing. Ummm…that’s the name of the fish species!”
The priest smiles and nodded, saying, “Yes, this is a rather large son of a b****.”
The priest took the fish back to the monastery, and a young nun saw it. “Where did you get that fish, father?” she asked.
Priest: “I caught this son of a b****!”
Nun: “Father! Your language!”
Priest: “No, my child. That’s the name of the fish.”
Nun: “Oh, well I’ll clean the son of a b**** for you!”
She took the fish to the kitchen to clean it, and Mother Superior saw it.
Mother Superior: “Where’d the fish come from?”
Nun: “This son of a b**** was caught by the priest!”
Mother Superior: “Sister! You are in the house of the Lord!”
Nun: “No, that’s the name of the fish.”
Mother Superior: “Oh. I’ll cook it for dinner. The bishop is coming tonight.”
Mother Superior cooked the fish, and they all sat down to dinner. Just as they started eating, the Bishop made a surprise visit, and they invited him to join in their meal. He tasted the fish and proclaimed, “This is the best fish I’ve ever eaten! Where did it come from?”
Priest: “I caught the son of a b****!
nun: “I cleaned the son of a b****!”
Mother Superior: “I cooked the son of a b****!”
The Bishop reared back in his chair and pushes the miter back on his head. The three underlings suddenly realize what they’ve said, and there was dead silence. The Bishop propped his feet on the table and said, “You f**kers are alright!!