From zink@ses.com Thu Jun  4 16:49:22 1998
Date: Thu, 4 Jun 1998 13:54:22 -0500 (CDT)
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Cc: SES Humor -- Allan Clarke <clarke@ses.com>, Ida Jeppesen <ida@ses.com>,
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Subject: Humor - Priest goes fishing

>A 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 him 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, what a big sonofabitch!"
>Priest: "Uh, please sir, can you mind your language?"
> Fisherman: (THINKING QUICKLY) "I'm sorry father, but that's what this
>fish is called - a sonofabitch!"
>
>Priest: "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know."
>After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots 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 this 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 and cleans it, and brings it to the head
>mother.
>
>Bishop: "Could you cook this sonofabitch for dinner tonight?"
>Head Mother: "My lord, what language!"
>Bishop: "No, sister, that's what the fish is called - a sonofabitch!
>Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we'd like you to cook it."
>
>Head Mother: "Hmmm. Yes, I'll cook that sonofabitch tonight."
>
>Well, 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.
>
>Priest: "I caught the sonofabitch!"
>Bishop: "And I cleaned the sonofabitch!"
>Head Mother: "And I cooked the sonofabitch!"
>
>The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then takes
>off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, and says, "You know, you
>fuckers are alright."