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Fishermans Blues

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  • 26-02-2008 10:48pm
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    mickrourke
    Registered Users Posts: 686 ✭✭✭


    An Irish priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church. 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 says "no". He baits the hook for the priest and says, "Give it a shot father.". After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it into the boat. The fisherman catches a glimpse of it and says "Whoa, look at the size of that f*cker!" The priest says, "Uh, please, the lord is watching would you please mind your language?"

    "I'm sorry father," says the fisherman, thinking quickly, "but that's what this fish is called - a f*cker!" "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know," the priest replies.

    After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop. "Look at this big f*cker Bishop". Shocked, the bishop says, "Please, mind your language, this is a house of God.". "No, you don't understand," explains the priest, "that's what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this f*cker!"

    "Hmmm. You know, I could clean this f*cker and we could have it for dinner," exclaims the bishop. So the Bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to the Mother Superior. "Could you cook this f*cker for dinner tonight?" he asks her. "My lord, what language!" she says. "No, Sister," he explains "that's what the fish is called - a f*cker! Father caught the f*cker, I cleaned the f*cker, and we'd like you to cook the f*cker." Relieved, Mother Superior says, "Sure. I'll cook that f*cker tonight."

    That night, the Pope stops by for dinner with the three of them, and they all think the fish is great. He asks where they got it. I caught the f*cker!" the priest cries proudly. "And I cleaned the f*cker!" cries the bishop. "And I cooked the f*cker!" finished the Mother Superior.

    There's absolute silence, and the Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then lets out a huge fart, takes off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, lights up a spliff, pours himself a large whisky and says, "You know what? You c*nts are alright."


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