One day, 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; 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! The priest says, Ah, please sir, can you mind your language? The fisherman responds (thinking quickly), Im sorry father, but thats what this fish is called—a sonofabitch! Oh, Im sorry, says the priest. I didnt know. After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop. Eminence, look at this big sonofabitch! Please father, says the bishop. Mind your language, this is a house of God. No, you dont understand, says the priest. Thats what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch! Hmmm, says the bishop. 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. Mother Superior, could you cook this sonofabitch for our dinner tonight with the Pope? My lord, what language! says the mother. No, sister, says the bishop. Thats what the fish is called—a sonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and wed like you to cook it Hmmm, replies Mother Superior. Yes, Ill cook that sonofabitch tonight. While the Pope is over for dinner that evening he remarks that the fish is superb. He asks where they got it. I caught the sonofabitch! says the priest. And I cleaned the sonofabitch! says the bishop. And I cooked the sonofabitch! says Mother Superior.