A priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church in Italy. 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 answers no. He baits the hook 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, look at that big sonofabitch!"

Priest: "Uh, sir, can you please mind your language?"

Fisherman: (THINKING QUICKLY) "I'm sorry, Father, but that's what the fish is
           called - a sonofabitch."

Priest: "Oh, I'm sorry. I did not know."

After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and stops the Bishop.

Priest: "Look at this big sonofabitch!"

Bishop: "Please mind your language. This is a house of God."

Priest: "No, you don't understand. That's what the fish is called, and I caught
        it. I caught this sonofabitch!"

Bishop: "Hmmm... You know, I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it
        for dinner."

So the Bishop takes the fish, cleans it and takes it to the Mother Superior.

Bishop: "Could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?"

Mother Superior: "My lord! What language!"

Bishop: "No, Sister, that's what this fish is called, a sonofabitch! Father
        caught it, I cleaned it, and we want you to cook it."

Mother Superior: "Yes, I'll cook that sonofabitch tonight."

That night the Pope stops by for dinner. He thinks the fish is great, and he
asks where they got it.

Priest: "I caught the sonofabitch."

Bishop: "And I cleaned the sonofabitch."

Mother Superior: "And I cooked the sonofabitch."

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