SOB Fish joke

*When you read this, read out S.O.B. in your mind*


The parish priest went on a fishing trip.

On the last day of his trip he hooked a monster fish and proceeded to reel it in.

The guide, holding a net, yelled, "Look at the size of that S. O. B!"

"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"

"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is - a S. O. B. fish!"

"Really? Well then, help me land this S. O. B!"

Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.

"Father, that's the biggest S. O. B. I've ever seen."

"Yes, it is a big S. O. B. What should I do with it?"

"Why, eat it! Of course. You've never tasted anything as good as a S. O. B."

Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory. While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip.

"Take a look at this big S. O. B. I caught!"

Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"

"It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is, a S. O. B. fish!"

"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big S. O. B?"

Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should fix the S. O. B. for his dinner.

"I'll even clean the S. O. B." 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 S. O. B. for the new Bishops Dinner."

"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language!"

"No, no, no, it's called a S. O. B. fish."

"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it, and that S. O. B. can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished cleaning that S. O. B."

On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal.

The wine was fine, and the fish was excellent.

The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"

"I caught that S. O. B!" proclaimed the proud priest.

"And I cleaned the S. O. B!" exclaimed the Sister.

The Friar added, "And I prepared the S. O. B, using a special recipe!"

The new Bishop looked around at each of them.

A big smile crept across his face as he said,

"You f#%@*r$ are my kind of people!"

(Didn't see that coming, did you?)

OK, that was pretty funny.


(I still don't know what species a S.O.B. fish is, unless it's the last one that got me tangled in a brushpile.)