lake well known for its Walleye. He had two buckets of fish. As it was
during the spawning season, the game warden asked, "Do you have
a license to catch those fish?"
Ole replied, "No, sir! Dese here are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?" the warden replied.
"Ya sure, you betcha." answered Ole. "Every night I take dese fish here
down to da lake and let dem svim around for a while. Den I vhistle and
dey yiump back into deir buckets and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey. Fish can't do that." said the game warden.
Ole looked at the game warden with an expression of great hurt, and then
said, "Yumpin Yimminy! Vell den, I'll just show you den. It
really does vork, don'tcha know?"
"O.K. I've got to see this!" The game warden was really curious now.
So Ole poured the fish into the lake and stood waiting. After
several minutes, the game warden turned to Ole and said, "Well?"
"Vell what?" responded Ole.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?" asked Ole.
"The fish!"
"What fish?"
The guide, holding a net, yelled "look at the size of that Son of a Bitch !"
"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for !"
"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is -- a Son of a Bitch fish !"
"Really ? Well help me land this Son of a Bitch !"
Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
"Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen."
"Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it ?"
"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that Son of a Bitch!"
Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip.
"Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught !"
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father !"
"It's ok Sister. That's what kind of fish it is -- a Son of a Bitch fish!"
"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch ?"
"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a Son of a Bitch."
Sister Mary informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner.
"I'll even clean that Son of a Bitch", she said. As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in.
"What are you doing Sister ?"
"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the Pope's dinner."
"Sister ! I'll clean it if you're so upset ! Please watch your language!"
"No, no, no, It's called a Son of a Bitch fish. Really."
"Oh well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it and that Son of a Bitch can be the main course ! Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a Bitch."
On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish was excellent. The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it ?"
"I caught the Son of a Bitch !" proclaimed the proud priest.
The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch !", exclaimed the Sister.
The Pope sat silent in disbelief.
The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!
"The Pope looked around at each of them. Slowly a big smile crept across his face.
"You f*ckers are alright!"
You send them to School.
