One day, a 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; the priest says no. He baits the hook for him and says, “Give it a shot, father.”

After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it in the boat. The fisherman says, “Whoa, what a big sonofabitch!”

The priest says, “Ah, please sir, can you mind your language?”

The fisherman responds (thinking quickly), “I’m sorry father, but that’s what this fish is called—a sonofabitch!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” says the priest. “I didn’t know.”

After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop. “Eminence, look at this big sonofabitch!”

“Please father,” says the bishop. “Mind your language, this is a house of God.”

“No, you don’t understand,” says the priest. “That’s what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!”

“Hmmm,” says the bishop. “You know, I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it for dinner.”

So the bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to Mother Superior at the convent.

“Mother Superior, could you cook this sonofabitch for our dinner tonight with the Pope?”

“My lord, what language!” says the mother.

“No, sister,” says the bishop. “That’s what the fish is called—a sonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we’d like you to cook it”

“Hmmm,” replies Mother Superior. “Yes, I’ll cook that sonofabitch tonight.”

While the Pope is over for dinner that evening he remarks that the fish is superb. He asks where they got it.

“I caught the sonofabitch!” says the priest.

“And I cleaned the sonofabitch!” says the bishop.

“And I cooked the sonofabitch!” says Mother Superior.

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then takes off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, and says, “You know, you fuckers are all right.”

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A successful businessman flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and the second half of his round trip ticket. All he needed to do was somehow get to the airport, and then he’d be home-free. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie.

He promised to send the driver money from home. He offered him his credit card numbers, his drivers license number, his address, etc… The cabbie said, ”If you don’t have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab!” So the businessman was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was barely in time to catch his flight. One year later the businessman, having worked long and hard to regain his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he won big.

Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well who should he see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but his old buddy who had refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck. The businessman thought for a moment about how he could make the guy pay for his lack of charity, and he hit on a plan.

The businessman got in the first cab in the line, ”How much for a ride to the airport,” he asked? ”Fifteen bucks,” came the reply. ”And how much for you to give me a blowjob on the way?” ”What?! Get the hell out of my cab.” The businessman got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same result. When he got to his old friend at the back of the line, he got in and asked, ”How much for a ride to the airport?” The cabbie replied, ”Fifteen bucks.” The businessman said, ”OK,” and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly past the long line of cabs, the businessman gave a big smile and thumbs up sign to each of the other drivers.

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A guy is browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn’t have any feet or legs. The guy says aloud, “Jeesh. I wonder what happened to this Parrot?” The parrot says, “I was born this way. I’m a defective parrot.” “Holy shit,” the guy replies. “You actually understood and answered me!” “I got every word,” says the parrot.” I happen to be a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird.” “Oh yeah?”, the guy asks, “Then answer this — how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?” “Well,” the parrot says, “this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I wrap my willie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can’t see it because of my feathers.”

“Wow” says the guy, “you really can understand and speak English, can’t you!?” “Actually, I speak both Spanish and English and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I’m especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me. I’d be a great companion.” The guy looks at the $200 price tag.” Sorry, but I just can’t afford that.” “Pssssssst” says the parrot, “I’m defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me cause I don’t have any feet. You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer!” The guy offers $20 and walks out with the parrot.

Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humour, he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he’s insightful. The guy is delighted. One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes “Psssssssssssst” and motions him over with one wing. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but it’s about your wife and the postman.” “What are you talking about?” asks the guy. “When the postman delivered today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nightie and kissed him passionately.” “WHAT???” the guy asks incredulously. “THEN what happened?” “Well, then the postman came into the house and lifted up her nightie and began petting her all over” reported the parrot. “My God!” he exclaims. “Then what?” “Then he lifted up the nightie, got down on his knees and began to lick her all over, starting with her breasts and slowly going down…” “WELL???” demands the frantic guy, “THEN WHAT HAPPENED?” “Damned if I know. I got a hard-on and fell off my perch.”

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One afternoon, a wealthy lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine when he saw two pathetic-looking men by the side of the road, eating grass.

He ordered his driver to stop and got out to investigate. He asked the men, “Why are you eating grass?”

“We don’t have no money for food,” the first man replied.

“Then you must come with me to my house,” insisted the lawyer.

“But, sir, I got a wife and three kids here,” said the man.

“Bring them along!” replied the lawyer.

The second man exclaimed, “I got a wife and six kids!”

“Bring them as well!”, the lawyer proclaimed as he headed back to his limo.

They all climbed into the car, and once underway, one of the men expresses, “Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you.”

The lawyer replied, “I’m most happy to do it. You’ll love my place. The grass is almost a foot tall.”

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