Son of a pregnant dog Fish
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>On the last day of his trip, the priest hooked a monster fish and proceeded
>to reel it in. The guide, holding a net, yelled, "look at the size of that
>Son of a pregnant dog!"
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>"Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!"
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>"No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is--a Son of a pregnant dog fish!"
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>"Really? Well then, help me land this Son of a pregnant dog!"
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>Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.
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>"Father, that's the biggest Son of a pregnant dog I've ever seen."
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>"Yes, it is a big Son of a pregnant dog. What should I do with it?"
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>"Why, eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as a Son of a
>pregnant dog!"
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>Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.
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>While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about
>his trip.
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>"Take a look at this big Son of a pregnant dog I caught!"
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>Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father!"
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>"It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is--a Son of a pregnant dog fish!"
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>"Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a pregnant dog?"
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>"Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste of a
>Son of a pregnant dog."
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>Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit
>in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a pregnant dog for his dinner.
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>"I'll even clean the Son of a pregnant dog", she said.
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>As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in. "What are you doing
>Sister?"
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>"Father wants me to clean this big Son of a pregnant dog for the new Bishops'
>dinner."
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>"Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language!"
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>"No, no! , no, it's called a Son of a pregnant dog fish".
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>"Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it and
>that Son of a pregnant dog can be the main course!
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>Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a pregnant dog."
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>On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect.
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>The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish
>was excellent.
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>The new Bishop said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?"
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>"I caught that Son of a pregnant dog!" proclaimed the proud priest.
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>The Bishop's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
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>"And I cleaned the Son of a pregnant dog!" exclaimed the Sister.
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>The Bishop sat silent in disbelief.
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>The Friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a pregnant dog, using a special
>recipe!"
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>The new Bishop looked around at each of them.
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>Slowly a big smile crept across his face as he said,
>"You mother fuckers are my kind of people."
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