So Johnny caught a fish

He caught it down by the pond, and it was a really big one. Johnny, a country boy, was playing hooky from the local Catholic school.

He was carrying his big fish down the road - and who does he run into but Sister Mary, one of the nuns in the parish.

She says "Johnny! Skipping school again!? What will we do with you? But - goodness is that a fish?? Why it's one of the biggest I've ever seen!"

Johnny, quite proudly, holds it up "yep - ain't it the bestest son of a bitch you ever seen?"

Sister Mary is shocked. "Johnny! Such language!"

But Johnny, thinking fast, said "Oh no, Sister Mary, I wasn't cussin' at all! Why, um, that's just what the local folk around here call that kind of fish. You got your trout, your flounders - and your sons-of-bitches"

Well Sister Mary is quite relieved, and says "why, I had no idea! Learn something new every day! Say - why don't we take this, uh, son of a bitch and show it to the Mother Superior? I'm sure she'd be *very* impressed!"

So they go together to the village, and show the fish to the Mother Superior, and Sister Mary says "Isn't this a beautiful son of a bitch?"

The Mother Superior is also shocked, and Sister Mary quickly explains that this is just the local term for this kind of fish, and it's perfectly acceptable to use the vernacular.

Relieved, the Mother Superior says, "we simply must show this excellent fish to the Monsignor!"

So they bring the fish to the Monsignor, and the Mother Superior says "Isn't this the largest son of a bitch you've ever seen?"

The Monsignor is also shocked, but as before the Mother Superior explains - local term, we try to fit in with the people etc and the Monsignor is relieved and says

"This is indeed an excellent fish. The Archbishop is in residence - let us serve this fish for his supper!"

So the fish is cooked, and the entire party - Johnny, Sister Mary, the Mother Superior and the Monsignor - all join the Archbishop for supper since, after all, it's appropriate to occasionally break bread with all levels of society.

It's a wonderful meal, and there's nothing left of the fish but bones, and the Monsignor rubs his belly saying "That was a really good son of a bitch!"

The Mother Superior agrees, "Why, I think that was the best son of a bitch I ever tasted!

Sister Mary adds, "I just love good son of a bitch!"

Johnny proudly adds "And I was the one that caught that son of a bitch!!

The Archbishop looks at them all, looking from on to another. He slowly gets up, gets a cigar from his desk and returns. He puts his feet up on the table, lights the cigar and through a cloud of smoke says,

"You are *my* fucking kind of people!"