A priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church. He looks
around and finally stops to watch a fisherman load his boat. The fisherman
notices, and asks the priest if he would like to join him for a couple of hours. The
priest agrees. The fisherman asks if the priest has ever fished before, to
which the priest says no. He baits the hook for him and says, "Give it a shot
father." After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to
get it in the boat. The fisherman says "Whoa, what a big sonofabitch!"

Priest: "Uh, please sir, can you mind your language?"

Fisherman: (THINKING QUICKLY) "I'm sorry father, but that's what this fish
is called-a sonofabitch!"

Priest: "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know."

After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop.

Priest: "Eminence, look at this big sonofabitch!"

Bishop: "Please Father, mind your language, this is a house of God."

Priest: "No, you don't understand - that's what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!"

Bishop: "Hmmm. You know. I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it for dinner."

So the Bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to Mother Superior at the convent.

Bishop: "Mother Superior could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?"

Mother Superior: "My lord, what language!"

Bishop: "No, Sister, that's what the fish is called - a sonofabitch! Fathercaught it, I cleaned it, and we'd like you to cook it."

Well, the Pope stops by for dinner with the three of them, and they all think the fish is great. He asks where they got it.

Priest: "I caught the sonofabitch!"

Bishop: "And I cleaned the sonofabitch!"

Mother Superior: "And I cooked the sonofabitch!"

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then takes off
his hat, puts his feet up on the table, and says, "You know, you f**kers are all right."