He said: "Father, you should eat these fish, these are very good sons-of-bit*hes!"
Father said: "I'm a priest, a man of God, how can you say something like that?"
The boy said: "No Father, it's the name of the fish! They are sons-of-bit*hes."
The priest said: "Well, that sounds fair, if that's their name, then I'll be happy to try them and tell you how they are."
He tells the little boy: "Those are the best sons-of-bit*hes I've ever tasted! The Bishop is coming over next week, could you have some when I have him over?"
The boy says: "No problem whatsoever!"
The Bishop comes over and they are eating the fish and the Bishop says: "These are some mighty good fish"
Priest says: "These are the best sons-of-bit*hes I've ever tasted."
The Bishop says: "I've known you for twenty years and you've never used language like that!"
The priest said: "No, it's the name of the fish, they are called sons-of-bit*hes!"
The Bishop says: "Oh… well, that's alright. You know, we should have these when the Pope comes over next week."
So the next week, the Priest, Bishop, and the Pope are sitting there eating the fish.
The bishop says: "Aren't these the best sons-of-bit*hes you've ever tasted?"
The Priest says: "I love these these sons of bit*hes!"
The Pope puts down his knife and his fork and says: "You know, you mother f**kers are alright!"