Just a Funny!
 

THE FISH

On the last day of his trip he hooked monster fish and
proceeded to reel it in.

The guide, holding a net, yelled, "look at the size of
that Son of a Bitch!"

"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"

"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is--a Son of
a Bitch fish!"

"Really? Well then, help me land this Son of a Bitch!"

Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the
monster.

"Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever
seen."

"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do
with it?"

"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything
as good as a Son of a Bitch!"

Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.

While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister
Mary inquired about his trip.

"Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught!"

Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary,
"Father!"

"It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is--a
Son of a Bitch fish!"

"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big
Son of a Bitch?"

"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing
compares to the taste of a Son of a Bitch."

Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop
was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they
should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner.

"I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch," she said.

As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked
in. "What are you doing Sister?"

"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for
the new Bishops' dinner."

"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset!
Please watch your language!"

"No, no, no, it's called a Son of a Bitch fish!"

"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal
to go with it, and that Son of a Bitch can be the main
course!
Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of
a Bitch."

On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was
perfect.

The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The
wine was fine, and the fish was excellent.

The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did
you get it?"

"I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud
priest.

The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said
nothing.

"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the
Sister.

The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.

The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch,
using a special recipe!"

The new Bishop looked around at each of them.

Slowly a big smile crept across his face as he said,

"You mother fuckers are my kind of people."

thank you tom, thank you.

They talk like I spell!:D



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Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in
waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the
frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but
the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?


Thanks to anknamed GCer!:)

i saw this commercial from a beer company. and they were like, yah...people who graduate from college are geniuses...and then they go, but the real smart guys are the ones who get paid to fish...then i started laughing cuz they make 1/10000 of an NFL football players salary and then they dont get groupies!

it was so silly.

SO I GUESS THE REAL SMARTIES ARE THE GUYS WHO DONT GO TO SCHOOL, DONT LEARN, CHEAT ON TESTS BUT ARE GREAT ATHLETES.

teehee

Yeah, but they also don't get beat up in practice and in games and they don't have the knees of a 70 year old at 30. I think I read some where that the average career of a pro football player is something like 4 years, and that's counting guys like Jerry Rice and... darn it that safey from the Redskins that played forever...can't think of his name right now. Anyway, that also why you see people like Brian Jordan who had legit careers in baseball and football focus only on baseball; longer career. Plus, I heard the endorsement deals those fisher people get are huge!

Sorry for the hijack...

LMAO Tom! That was a great one!:p

too funny, tom