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."

yes very good!!