Sorry this is edited really badly as it came in an email, but it made me laugh anyway...
>The Fish
>
>
>A priest hooks a huge fish. Helping
>him reel it in, a sailor says
>"Whoa, look at the size of that f*cker!"
>"Hey, mind your language!" says the priest.
>Embarrassed, the sailor thinks
>quickly and blurts out,
>"Sorry father,but that's what this fish is
>called - it's a F*cker
>fish"
>Accepting the explanation, the
>priest forgives the sailor
>and takes The
>fish back to church.
>"Look at this huge f*cker" says the
>priest, spotting the
>bishop.
>"Language, please! this is God's
>house," replies the
>bishop.
>"No, no - that's what this fish is
>called, " says the
>priest.
>"Oh," says the bishop, scratching
>his chin "I could clean
>that f*cker
>And we could have it for dinner".
>So the bishop takes the fish, cleans
>it, and brings it to
>the mother
>superior.
>"Could you cook this f*cker for
>dinner tonight?" he asks
>her.
>"My, what language!" she exclaims,
>clearly shocked.
>"No, sister that's what the fish is
>called - a f*cker, "
>says the
>bishop.
>Satisfied with the explanation, the
>mother superior says,
>"wonderful,
>I'll cook that f*cker tonight, The
>Pope is coming for
>dinner!"
>The fish tastes just great and The
>Pope asks where they got
>it.
>"Well, I caught the f*cker!" says
>the priest.
>"And I cleaned the f*cker!" says the
>bishop. > >
>"And I cooked the f*cker!" says the
>mother superior.
>The Pope stares at them for a minute
>with a steely glaze,
>leans back On
>his
>chair, takes off his cap, puts his
>feet up on the table,
>Pours himself a whiskey and says " You know what?,
>You c*nts are
>alright."