The Pope comes to visit

A 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 him and says, "Give it a shot father".

After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it in the boat.

The fisherman says "Whoa, what a big sonofabitch!"

The priest rebukes the fisherman, "Uh, please sir, can you mind your language?"

Quickly thinking, the fisherman says, "I'm sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - a sonofabitch! They're very delicious. Why don't you take it back to the church."

Apologetically, the priest says "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know. Thank you for letting me keep the fish."

After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop.

The priest says to the Bishop, "Look at this big sonofabitch I caught!"

The Bishop then rebukes the priest, "Please, mind your language, this is a house of God."

To which the priest responds "No, you don't understand - that's what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!"

"Hmmm. You know, I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it for dinner," says the Bishop, So he takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to the head mother.

"Head Mother, could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?" asks the Bishop.

Shocked, the Head Mother replies, "My lord, what language!"

The Bishop corrects the nun, "No, sister, that's what the fish is called - a sonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we'd like you to cook it."

Assured, the Head Mother says, "Hmmm. Yes, I'll cook that sonofabitch tonight."

Little did they know that the Pope just happened to drop by for an unannounced visit to the church. It seemed like an act of Providence that they had a delicious freshly caught meal to serve him. After the meal, the Pope wipes off his chin and says, "If that isn't the most delicious fish I have ever eaten. Where did you get it?"

Eager for the Pontiff's approval, the priest says, "I caught the sonofabitch ."

Not to be outdone, the Bishop says, "And I cleaned the sonofabitch!"

The Head Mother adds in, "And I cooked the sonofabitch!"

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then takes off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, and says, "You know, you fuckers are all right."