An old monk caught a fish...

He served the fish to his abbott that night. The abbott loved it and asked, "what type of fish is this?"

The monk replied nervously, "forgive my impiety, Father, but it's called son-of-a-bitch fish."

The abbott gasped and crossed himself, but the fish was too delicious to resist, so he insisted that it be served to the bishop. When the bishop asked what the delilcious fish was called, the abbott said, "forgive my swearing, Father, but it's called son-of-a-bitch fish."

The bishop almost commanded that the abbot be flagellated for his language, but the fish was so delicious that he forgot the abbott's sin and insisted that another fish be caught and served to the Cardinal.

"... it's called son-of-a-bitch fish," they told the Cardinal, who was initially shocked at the bad words but finally declared that another son-of-a-bitch fish should be served to the Pope.

The monk, the abbott, the bishop, and the cardinal all presented the Pope with the delicious fish. "My children," asked the Pope, "what do you call this delicious fish?"

The men all said nervously, "well, Your Holiness, it's called... son-of-a-bitch fish."

The Pope replied, "hey, you motherfuckers are alright!"