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the pope and the fish

  • 29-04-2002 11:26pm
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,741 ✭✭✭


    An Irish 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 the priest and says, "Give it a shot father.".

    After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it
    into the boat. The fisherman catches a glimpse of it and says

    "Whoa, look at the size of that ****er!" The priest says, "Uh, please,
    the lord is watching would you please mind your language?" "I'm
    sorry father," says the fisherman, thinking quickly, "but that's what
    this fish is called - a ****er!" "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't know," the
    priest replies.

    After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the
    bishop. "Look at this big ****er Bishop". Shocked, the bishop
    says, "Please, mind your language, this is a house of God.". "No, you
    don't understand," explains the priest, "that's what this fish is
    called, and I caught it.

    I caught this ****er!" "Hmmm. You know, I could clean this ****er and we
    could have it for dinner," exclaims the bishop.

    So the Bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to the Mother
    Superior. "Could you cook this ****er for dinner tonight?"
    he asks her. "My lord, what language!" she says. "No, Sister," he
    explains

    "that's what the fish is called - a ****er! Father caught
    the ****er, I cleaned the ****er, and we'd like you to cook the ****er."

    Relieved, Mother Superior says, "Sure. I'll cook that ****er tonight."

    That night, 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.
    I caught the ****er!" the priest cries proudly.

    "And I cleaned the ****er!" cries the bishop. "And I cooked the ****er!"
    finished the Mother Superior.

    There's absolute silence, and the Pope stares at them for a minute with
    a steely gaze, but then lets out a huge fart, takes off his hat, puts
    his feet up on the table, lights up a spliff, pours himself a large
    whisky and says, "You know what? You c**ts are alright."


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 54 ✭✭Vivi


    Humour i like it!! ha ha!!
    seriously, nice1


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,093 ✭✭✭woosaysdan


    lol


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 467 ✭✭Cheez


    nice1


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,595 ✭✭✭Gaz


    Excellent !! Keep em coming


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,684 ✭✭✭Kraken


    unexpected to say the least


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