A Priest is out fishing one day when he suddenly has a tremendous bite and after a long fight he eventually lands a massive fish. The Priest not knowing much about fishing has no idea what species he has caught. A local fisherman sees the event unfold and rows over to the priest.
"Jesus Christ! That's a huge fucker!" says the fisherman. The shocked Priest replies "How dare you use the lord's name in vain and spout such profanities!" Thinking quickly the fisherman replies "Sorry father, didn't mean any disrespect, but the species of fish you have just caught there is called a 'fucker'".
The Priest is a little surprised by this but after many reassurances from the fisherman is convinced that the species is called a fucker. Upon arriving back at the church the Priest rather proudly takes the fish to show to the Archbishop and to get him to gut and skin the fish.
"Have a look at the fucker I have caught, Archbishop. Can you skin and gut this fucker for me?" Aghast the Archbishop responds "Never have I heard such language from a member of the clergy!"After many reassurances the Priest convinces the Archbishop that the species is infact called a fucker and the Archbishop skins and guts the fish.
The archbishop then gets an idea. "We should take this fucker to the Mother Superior so she can cook this fucker." So the Priest and the Archbishop take the fish to the Mother Superior. "Mother Superior," says the Priest "I have caught this fucker and the Archbishop has skinned and gutted this fucker, can you please cook this fucker?"
Again aghast the Mother Superior responds "Oh my Lord! Never have I thought that I would see the day when I would hear such language come from the mouths of members of this church!" Again after many reassurances the Priest and the Archbishop convince the Mother Superior that fucker is the name of the species. The Mother Superior having calmed down then remembers that the Pope is coming to the church for dinner that night. "Since you have caught this fucker, and you," turning towards the Archbishop "have skinned and gutted this fucker, I shall cook this fucker for the holiness the Pope for dinner tonight."
And so the Mother Superior cooks the fish and later that night serves the fish to the Pope. After the meal the Pope is utterly impressed by the fish and asks where it came from. "Well," says the Priest "I caught the fucker". The Archbishop then chimes in "And I skinned and gutted the fucker". Finally the Mother Superior says "And I cooked the fucker".
The Pope looks long and hard at the three. After a time he pulls out a pipe, lights it up, leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the table looking utterly relaxed. "You know," says the Pope "You cunts are alright".
"Jesus Christ! That's a huge fucker!" says the fisherman. The shocked Priest replies "How dare you use the lord's name in vain and spout such profanities!" Thinking quickly the fisherman replies "Sorry father, didn't mean any disrespect, but the species of fish you have just caught there is called a 'fucker'".
The Priest is a little surprised by this but after many reassurances from the fisherman is convinced that the species is called a fucker. Upon arriving back at the church the Priest rather proudly takes the fish to show to the Archbishop and to get him to gut and skin the fish.
"Have a look at the fucker I have caught, Archbishop. Can you skin and gut this fucker for me?" Aghast the Archbishop responds "Never have I heard such language from a member of the clergy!"After many reassurances the Priest convinces the Archbishop that the species is infact called a fucker and the Archbishop skins and guts the fish.
The archbishop then gets an idea. "We should take this fucker to the Mother Superior so she can cook this fucker." So the Priest and the Archbishop take the fish to the Mother Superior. "Mother Superior," says the Priest "I have caught this fucker and the Archbishop has skinned and gutted this fucker, can you please cook this fucker?"
Again aghast the Mother Superior responds "Oh my Lord! Never have I thought that I would see the day when I would hear such language come from the mouths of members of this church!" Again after many reassurances the Priest and the Archbishop convince the Mother Superior that fucker is the name of the species. The Mother Superior having calmed down then remembers that the Pope is coming to the church for dinner that night. "Since you have caught this fucker, and you," turning towards the Archbishop "have skinned and gutted this fucker, I shall cook this fucker for the holiness the Pope for dinner tonight."
And so the Mother Superior cooks the fish and later that night serves the fish to the Pope. After the meal the Pope is utterly impressed by the fish and asks where it came from. "Well," says the Priest "I caught the fucker". The Archbishop then chimes in "And I skinned and gutted the fucker". Finally the Mother Superior says "And I cooked the fucker".
The Pope looks long and hard at the three. After a time he pulls out a pipe, lights it up, leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the table looking utterly relaxed. "You know," says the Pope "You cunts are alright".
'How can you say, "We are wise, for we have the law of the LORD," when actually the lying pen of the scribes has handled it falsely? Jer 8:8
A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. Groucho Marx
A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. Groucho Marx
