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A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
>Fwd: Fish Tale // 05/23/2001 5:59 PM C // Rolcarrel
><<
>A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
>Fwd: Fish Tale // 05/23/2001 5:59 PM C // Rolcarrel
><<
>A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
>Fwd: Fish Tale // 05/23/2001 5:59 PM C // Rolcarrel
><<
>A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
>Fwd: Fish Tale // 05/23/2001 5:59 PM C // Rolcarrel
><<
>A priest took a sabbatical to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip
he
>hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in.
>
>The guide, holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a *****!"
>
>Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!
>
>No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a ***** fish!
>
>Really? Well help me land this Son of a *****!
>
>Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster.
>
>Father, that is the biggest Son of a ***** I've ever seen.
>
>Yes, it is a big Son of a *****. What should I do with it?
>
>Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a
>*****!
>
>Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear, and
>his prize catch, Sister Mary i
>nquired about his trip.
>
>Take a look at this big Son of a ***** 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 ***** fish!
>
>Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a *****?
>
>Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
Son
>of a *****.
>
>The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a
few
>days and that they should fix
>the Son of a ***** for dinner. "I'll even clean the Son of a *****", 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 ***** for the Pope's 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 ***** fish. Really.
>
>Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a ***** can
be
>the main course! Let me know
>when you've finished cleaning that Son of a *****.
>
>On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had
>prepared an excellent meal, there was wine,
>and the fish was excellent.
>
>The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
>
>"I caught the Son of a *****!" proclaimed the proud priest.
>
>The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
>
>"And I cleaned the Son of a *****!" exclaimed the sister.
>
>The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
>
>And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a *****, using a special
>recipe!"
>
>The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creped across his face.
>
>"You ****ers are alright!!"
>
>
