This preacher is on this 5 day ice fishing trip. Well he and
his companions dont catch shit. At the end of the trip the
preacher says that he is going to try it one more time cause
he feals like the loard will be with him. So he throughs out
the line and catches a 20 pound fish. Damn that is a big son
of a bitch yells his buddy when seeing it. The preacher says
"well being a man of the loard I dont care for that kind of
talk" "No, you dont understand, that is what all of the fish
here are called, son of a bitches. That is a big son of a 
bitch." When the preacher gets home he shows it to his wife.
"Honey, just look at this big son of a bitch I caught." His
wife nearly flips out at hearing him use such language. "No,
you dont understand." And then he tells her about how all of
the fish are called son of a bitches. This goes on as he 
shows the fish to his chairman and decan and finnaly the cook.
Later that night while eating the fish dinner in honer of
there new assistant preacher that they are meeting for the
first time his wife says, honey, that sure was one good son
of a bitch. Yes agrees the chairman, we need to go out and
catch some more of those son of a bitches. The decan agrees
saying that it was the best son of a bitch that he ever had.
At hearing this the brand new assistate preacher said. "well
I was kind of nervous at coming here and meeting you all for
the first time, but you mother fuckers are A OK!