......and he lands a huge bluefish. The captain of the boat looks down from the bridge and says, "Look at the size of that son of a bitch!"
The priest if horrified. "Captain! Your language!"
"Oh......sorry, father. B-b-but that species of fish is actually called a 'son of a bitch.'"
Satisfied with the explanation, the priest shows his catch to the Mother Superior. "Mother Superior," he says. "Look at this son of a bitch I caught!"
"Father!"
"It's alright. The captain told me this kind of fish is called a son of a bitch."
"Oh, okay. Let me help you clean it." As they clean the fish, the bishop happens by.
"Bishop! Look at this son of a bitch the father caught."
"Mother Superior!"
"It's okay. This fish is called a son of a bitch."
The bishop sighs with relief. "Tell you what...let me cook it for you."
The bishop cooks such a beautiful meal that they decide to invite the Pope to join them. After they eat, the Pope says, "Delicious! Whom do I have to thank for such a splendid meal."
"I caught the son of a bitch!" says the priest.
"I cleaned the son of a bitch!" say the Mother Superior.
"And I cooked the son of a bitch!" say the Bishop.
The pope looks back and forth between them, leans back, and says, "Damn! You motherfuckers are alright!"
