I may burn in some place that doesn't exist for this, but...
One day a nun was fishing and caught a huge fish for supper. A man was walking by and said
"wow what a god damn fish"!
The Sister said
"sir you shouldn’t talk to me like that I’m a nun",
But the man, thinking quickly, replied
"but that’s actually the name of it... a ‘god damn Fish’".
So the Sister took the fish back to the rectory and said
"Mother Superior look at the god damn fish i caught".
The Mother Superior said
"Sister You shouldn’t talk like that",
and the Sister said
"but Mother Superior that’s actually the name of it…it’s a ‘god damn fish’".
So the Mother Superior said
"well give me the god damn fish and I’ll clean it".
While she was cleaning the fish the Monsignor walked in and she said
"Monsignor look at the god damn fish that the Sister caught".
The monsignor said
" Mother Superior you shouldn’t talk like that",
and the Mother Superior said
"but that’s actually the name of it…it’s a ‘god damn fish’".
So the Monsignor said "well give me the god damn fish and I’ll cook it".
That evening the Bishop was visiting. Despite being a little jaded at the staid nature of some of his charges he had been compelled (for reasons that are not relevant to this missive) to accept a dinner invitation. Into the dining room, where the Bishop sat, walked the Sister, Mother Superior and Monsignor to present him with their piscatorial pièce de résistance.
"What a splendid specimen!", he remarked.
And the sister said
"I caught the god damn fish".
And mother Superior said
"I cleaned the god damn fish".
And the monsignor said
"I cooked the god damn fish".
The Bishop leant back I his chair, eyeballed each of the three before him, leant back in his chair some more and announced
"Hey, you ****ers are alright!”