A priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, a sailor says "Whoa, look at the size of that fu*ker!"
"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****r fish"
Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.
"Look at this huge f****r" 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****r 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****r for dinner tonight?" he asks her.
"My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.
"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a f****r, " says the bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, "wonderful, I'll cook that f****r tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!"
The fish tastes just great and after dinner The Pope asks where they got it.
"Well, I caught the f****r!" says the priest.
"And I cleaned the f****r!" says the bishop.
"And I cooked the f****r!" 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**ts are alright."