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Message: <blockquote data-quote="WhiteWalker" data-source="post: 21034280" data-attributes="member: 548558">Here's some more <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/baffled.gif"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":baffled:" title="Baffled    :baffled:" data-shortname=":baffled:" /> <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/baffled.gif"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":baffled:" title="Baffled    :baffled:" data-shortname=":baffled:" />The parish priest went on a fishing trip. 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 Bitch!”  The priest was clearly offended. “Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!”  The guide explained to the priest, “No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is! It’s called a Son of a Bitch fish!”  “Really?”, the priest exclaimed. “Well then, help me land this Son of a Bitch!”  Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.   While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip.   “Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught!” Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, “Father! Such language!” The priest said, “It's okay, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is… a Son of a Bitch fish!”   Relieved, Sister Mary said, “Oh! well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?” Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner. “I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch”, she said.  As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in.  “What are you doing Sister?”, the Friar asked.  “Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new Bishop's dinner.”   Shocked at her coarse language, the Friar said, “Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language!”  “No, no, no!”, Sister Mary replied. “It's called a Son of a Bitch fish.”  The Friar was surprised. “Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and the fish can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a Bitch!”  On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the Son of a Bitch fish was excellent.Everyone, of course, was nervous about how the new Bishop would review the meal.  The Bishop said, “This is great fish! Where did you get it?”   “I caught that Son of a Bitch!” proclaimed the proud priest.  “And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!” exclaimed Sister Mary.  The Friar added, “And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!”  The new Bishop looked around at each of them.  A big smile crept across his face as he said, “You fuckers are my kind of people!”</blockquote>

Verification: Winadiyakata thappara keeyak tibeda?

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