Fishy Tale

[dizbuster]

Out fishing with a sailor friend, a priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, the sailor says "Whoah, look at the size of that f*cker!"
"Hey! Mind you language" says the priest.
Embarrassed, the sailor thinks on his feet and blurts out "Sorry Father, but that's what the fish is actually called. It's called 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 proudly, spotting the Bishop.
"Language, please. This is God's house" replies the Bishop.
"No no. That's what the fish is called," says the priest.
"Oh," says the Bishop scratching his chin. "You know, I could clean that f*cker up and have it for dinner". So the Bishop takes the f*cker, cleans it up and gives it to the Mother Superior.
"Could you cook this f*cker for dinner tonight ?" he asks her.
"No, sister, no," says the Bishop "that is what the fish is called, a f*cker" says the Bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the Mother Superior says, "In that case I will cook the f*cker tonight as the Pope is coming for dinner".
The fish tastes absolutely wonderful and the Pope asks where they got it.
"Well, I caught the f*cker!" says the priest.
"And I gutted the f*cker!" says the Bishop.
"And I cooked the f*cker!" says the Mother Superior.
The pope stares back at them for a minute with a steely gaze, leans back on the chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet on the table, pours himself a large whiskey and says "You know what? You set of cnuts are alright!"