One day a nun was fishing and caught a huge, odd looking fish. A man was walking by and said, “Wow! What a nice Gauddam Fish!” The sister said, “Sir, you shouldn’t use lords name in vain.”
The man said, “But that’s the species of the fish a “Gauddam” Fish.” The sister said, “Oh, in that case, it’s okay.”
The Sister took the fish back home and said, “Mother Superior, look at the Gauddam Fish I caught.” Shocked, the Mother Superior said, “Sister, you know better than that.”
The nun said, “That’s the name of it’s species – a Gauddam Fish.” So, the Mother Superior said, “Well, give me that Gauddam Fish and I’ll clean it.”
While she was cleaning the fish, Monsignor walked in and Mother Superior said, “Monsignor, look at the Gauddam Fish that the sister caught.” Nearly fainting, Monsignor said, “Mother Superior, you shouldn’t talk like that!”
Mother Superior said, “But that’s the species of it – a Gauddam Fish.” Monsignor said, “Well give me the Gauddam Fish and I’ll cook it.”
That evening at supper there was a new priest at the table, and he said, “Wow, what a nice fish.” In reply, the sister said, “Thank you, I caught the Gauddam Fish.” And Mother Superior said, “I cleaned the Gauddam Fish.” And Monsignor said, “I cooked the Gauddam Fish.”
The priest looked around in disbelief, quite shocked, and said, “I’m starting to like this f**king place!”
