Preist Fishing

[Benny]

A priest took a vacation to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his
trip, he hooked a monster fish and began fighting it. A few minutes
later the guide, holding a landing net, yelled, "look at the size of
that Son of a Bitch!"  "Please, my son, I'm a priest. Your language is
uncalled for." "No,Father, you don't understand" explained the guide,
"That's the species of fish you have on; it's called a 'Son of a Bitch'
fish!"

"Really?" asked the surprised priest, "Well then, would you please
net the Son of a Bitch?" Once the fish was aboard, the guide marveled at
its size. "Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen!"
"It really IS a big Son of a Bitch" the priest beamed, "What should I do
with it?" "Why, eat it of course. I promise, you've never tasted
anything as good as one of these Sons of Bitches!" Elated, the priest
headed home.

While unloading his fishing tackle and prize catch at the  church's back
door, Sister Mary appeared and inquired about his trip.
"Take a look at this huge Son of a Bitch I caught!" the priest gushed,
opening his ice chest. Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary,
"Father, such language from a priest!" "It's Okay, Sister. According to
my guide, that's the species of fish this one is: it's called a Son of a
Bitch fish."
"Oh, well then...what are you going to do with that huge Son of a
Bitch?"
"Eat it! My guide said they're great!"
Sister Mary then informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to
Visit in a few days. "Why don't I clean that Son of a Bitch for you, and
we'll cook it for this special occasion", she volunteered.

On the night of the Pope's visit, everything went perfectly. The
wine was fine, the fish excellent. The Pope leaned back from his plate
and said, "This is absolutely marvelous fish, where did you buy it?" "We
didn't buy it, Your Holiness; I caught that Son of a Bitch!"  proclaimed
the proud priest.

The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.

"And I cleaned and cooked the Son of a Bitch!", exclaimed the  Sister.

The Pope looked silently at each of them. Glancing around the dining
room, he saw they were now alone. A big grin spread cross his face as he
leaned across the table and whispered, "Go get us some more wine.  You
motherTANGOers are my kind of people!"