A priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, a sailor says "Whoa,
look at the size of that f *cker!"
"Hey, mind your language!" says the priest.
Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, "Sorry father,but
that's what this fish is called - it's a F *cker fish"
Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the
fish back to church.
"Look at this huge f *cker" says the priest, spotting the bishop.
"Language, please! this is God's house," replies the bishop.
"No, no - that's what this fish is called, " says the priest.
"Oh," says the bishop, scratching his chin "I could clean that f *cker
and we could have it for dinner".
So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother
superior.
"Could you cook this f *cker for dinner tonight?" he asks her.
"My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.
"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a f *cker, " says the
bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the Mother Superior says, "wonderful,
I'll cook that f *cker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!"
The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.
"Well, I caught the f *cker!" says the priest.
"And I cleaned the f *cker!" says the bishop.
"And I cooked the f *cker!" says the Mother Superior.
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, leans back on
his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, Pours
himself a whiskey and says " You know what?, You c *nts are alright."