and runs into a fisherman that attends his church. Upon hearing that the priest has a few hours off the fisherman invites him out to sea to fish with him.
Out at sea it doesn't take long for the fisherman to realize that the priest has no idea how to fish, so he gives him some quick instruction and shows him how to cast his bait out into the water. Within moments the priest manages to reel in the largest fish that the fisherman has ever seen. In the moment of excitement the fisherman exclaims, "Look at the size of that Son-of-a-bitch!"
Immediately the priest becomes disturbed and says, "My son, please don't use such language."
The fisherman, embarrassed and hoping word of this gaffe will not reach the rest of his family, makes up an explanation in a moment of ingenuity, "Oh no father, that's the name of that type of fish, a son-of-a-bitch." He lies, taking advantage of the priests fishing naivete.
The priest is pacified, and begs forgiveness for jumping to conclusions. The fisherman, relieved, brings the priest back to the docks and drops him off.
The priest lumbers back to the church, with the giant fish in his arms. Upon entering the church he sees the bishop and approaches him, "Bishop, look at the size of this son-of-a-bitch I caught!"
The bishop stands wide-eyed a moment, "Priest, how could a man as holy as you use such language in the house of God?"
The priest calmly explains that it is the name of the fish, and the bishop feeling embarrassed for jumping to conclusions offers to take and clean the fish for the priest.
After cleaning the fish the bishop takes it to the maid in the kitchen and tells her, "Maid, I want you to cook this son-of-a-bitch for me."
The maid blushes and responds, "Bishop, it may not be my place to say so, but is such language fitting for a man of your stature?"
The bishop laughs haughtily, explains that it's the name of the fish and that he too had made the same mistake only minutes earlier. The maid laughs too, apologizes and cooks the fish.
It just so happens that the Pope decided to stop in for dinner at their church that evening. They are all sitting at the table when the pope says, "Oh, my children, I know that gluttony is a sin but I simply can't stop myself from eating this fish. I must know, where did you get it?"
"I caught the son-of-a-bitch." Said the priest.
"I cleaned the son-of-a-bitch." Said the bishop.
"And I cooked the son-of-a-bitch." Said the maid.
For a moment the pope sat silently, staring at them all wide-eyed. He then slowly removed his hat, kicked off his sandles, put his hands behind his head, kicked his feet up on the table and said, "You know what? You mother fuckers are alright!"
