A priest goes out fishing with a local fisherman. After a few hours in the boat, the fisherman gets a tug on his line, after an epic struggle, the fisherman hoists up the biggest fish he's evar caught in his life and screams "Wow! Look at the size of that fucker!!".
Instantly embarrassed and seeing the look on the priest's face the fisherman says "oh, errr, sorry about that father, that's what this fish is called", "Oh, I see!" says the priest.
The priest takes the fish back to his parish for dinner. He takes it to one of the servants and says "This is for our dinner, can you please clean the fucker?". He sees the shocked look on the servants face and says "Oh, don't worry, that's just the name of this fish". "Oh, I see!" says the servant, and goes about cleaning it.
When she's done, she takes the cleaned fish to the cook and says "Can you please cook this fucker, it's what's for dinner". She notices that shocked expression on the cooks face and quickly says "Oh, don't worry, that's just what this fish is called!". "Oh, I see!" says the cook, and sets about cooking the fish.
Later that night, the Pope unexpectedly pops in for dinner. After a fantastic meal he says "Well, that was amazing, who came up with such a great meal?"
The Priest says "I caught the fucker!"
The servant says "I cleaned the fucker!"
And the cook says "And I cooked the fucker!"
The Pope sits back in his chair, lights a cigar and says
"You know what? You cunts are alright."
Oh pope....
Why did that make me laugh?
Jon G is my Master from a far away land! He still welds a firey"RED HOT POKER".....
BE WARNED!!!
The hidden joke and humor is the fact a woman cleaned the fish and is labeled as "The Servant".
I award Mond the "Funniest Joke in the Jokes & Humor Section" award. Congratulations, Mond. You've earned it.
Last edited by DizzyDandy; 05-04-2010 at 06:34 PM.
The Pope and the Jew
Several centuries ago, the Pope decided that all the Jews had to leave the Vatican. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Jewish community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Jewish community. If the Jew won, the Jews could stay. If the Pope won, the Jews would leave. The Jews realized that they had no choice. So they picked an elderly aged man named Moishe to represent them. Rabbi Moishe's Latin wasn't very good - in fact, he knew very little--but he was a man of great faith and well respected in the Jewish community. The pope agreed. What could be easier than a silent debate?
The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Jews can stay."
An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said: "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"
Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe. "What happened?" they asked. "Well," said Moishe, "First he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here." "And then?" asked a woman. "I don't know," said Moishe. "He took out his lunch and I took out mine."
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo