Definatley worth the read............
An Irish 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, to which the priest says "No".
He baits the hook for the priest and says, "Give it a shot father.". After
a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it into
the boat. The fisherman catches a glimpse of it and says "Whoa, look at
the size of that fucker!"
The priest says, "Uh, please, the Lord is watching would you please mind
your language?"
"I'm sorry father," says the fisherman, thinking quickly, "but that's what
this fish is called - a fucker!"
"Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know," the priest replies.
After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the
bishop.
"Look at this big fucker Bishop".
Shocked, the bishop says, "Please, mind your language; this is a house of God."
"No, you don't understand," explains the priest, "that's what this fish
is called, and I caught it. I caught this fucker!"
"Hmmm. You know, I could clean this fucker and we could have it for
dinner!" exclaims the bishop.
So the Bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to the Mother
Superior.
"Could you cook this fucker for dinner tonight?" he asks her.
"My lord, what language!" she says.
"No, Sister, he explains "that's what the fish is called - a fucker!
Father caught the fucker, I cleaned the fucker, and we'd like you to cook the fucker."
Relieved, Mother Superior says, "Sure. I'll cook that fucker tonight."
That night, the Pope stops by for dinner with the three of them, and they
all think the fish is great. He asks where they got it. "I caught the
fucker!" the priest cries proudly."
"And I cleaned the fucker!"cries the bishop.
"And I cooked the fucker!" finished the Mother Superior.
There's absolute silence, and the Pope stares at them for a minute with a
steely gaze, but then lets out a huge fart, takes off his hat, puts his
feet up on the table, lights up a joint, pours himself a large whisky and
says,"You know what? You cunts are alright."