Once there was a priest who was meeting with the mother superior at a convent to discus some serious church business. The mother superior told the father that the pope was coming to meet them and dine with them the next day. This troubled the old priest. "What shall we serve his majesty?" The father asked. "Why not fish?" The mother superior said. "It's a Biblical food, Jesus ate it, and it's good." She continued.

"Excellent idea!" The father said. "I'll go and catch a fish tonight, and we'll have it ready for our leader for tomorrow's dinner.

" That evening the priest arrives at the river and finds himself to be alone except for one other fisherman.

"Hello.

" the father says to the fisherman. "Catching anything?" The startled fisherman replies that he's had fair luck, but ask the priest to cast on the other side so as to not disturb his own fishing. No sooner does the father cast his rod, when he gets a bite. It's like a gift from God. The fisherman helps him land his catch and says, "Wow father! That's one huge sonovabitch!!" The priest looks at the man and scolds him saying "I'm a man of the cloth, don't speak about things like that in my presence." The fisherman apologizes and and then explains, "Father I'm sorry, what I mean is that's the name of this type of fish.

It's called a sonovabitch fish.

" The priest then understands and blesses the fisherman before going on his way. When he gets back to the cathedral he calls for the mother superior. "Mother superior, I need you to clean this sonovabitch and then give it to the cook to prepare for tomorrow." The mother superior gasp and says "Father! You're a man of the cloth, what are you doing using such language?" He laughs and explains to her that this species of fish is called Sonovabitch. "Okay father, I'm sorry, I'll clean this sonovabitch fish and give it to the cook right away." After cleaning the fish, she gives it to the cook and tells him "I want this sonovabitch cooked really good for the pope's dinner tomorrow." The cook can't believe what he hears and says "Mother superior, you're a woman of the cloth, how can you say such things?" She then explains to him just as the father did for her that the fish was a sonovabitch fish, and she meant no offense. The cook then says "Well then, in that case, I'll have this sonovabitch cooked really well by tomorrow's dinner.

" The next day, the pope arrives with his aids and is seated at the table. All the pleasantries and blessings are exchanged, and then the cook walks in with this huge platter of fish. "Your Grace! I cooked this sonovabitch just for you!" He exclaims. The pope's jaw drops as he clutches his chest and looks to the aid on his right. The mother superior then chimes in, "Let's not forget who cleaned that sonovabitch too!" The pope then gasps, and looks at the aid on his left.

The priest then bellows, "Well let's not forget who caught that sonovabitch in the first place!" Just then the pope starts to rise saying "Whoa, whoa, whoa, ......

You f**kers are alright!"