Wednesday, March 19, 2014


So this nun is leaving the rectory to go to the market to buy some food for dinner.

She arrives at the fish market and sees the clerk there and asks him if he has any specials today.

He replies with “Well, I have all of this Goddamn fish here to sell!”

The nun replies with “Please, I am a nun, you should not use language like that with me.”

He replies, “No, that is the name of the fish. It’s really good.”

The nun decides to buy a few pounds and returns back home to the rectory.

Later that afternoon the priest walks in, and asks, “What’s for dinner?”

The nun replies, “Nothing special. Just some of this Goddamn fish.”

The priest then expresses his displeasure at the use of God’s name taken in vain, and the nun explains the fact about the name of the fish.

About an hour later, the bishop pops in and asks the same thing, going through the same steps as the priest just has.

Afterwards, he also announces that the Pope will be stopping by for dinner on his way back to Vatican City.

They all sit down to eat, and after the meal the nun leans back and says “That’s the best Goddamn fish I ever ate!”

In turn, the bishop then exclaims, “that Goddamn fish was really good!”

And, in like manner the priest then says, “I’ve eaten alot of fish, but this Goddamn fish is the best fish I ever had!”

The Pope, beaming, says to everyone, “I love you fucking guys!

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