Þessi brandari var póstaður af Engel á korkana, en mér finnst hann vera of góður til að vera þar, og því pósta ég honum hérna.


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 motherfuckers are alright.”