terrible jokes...

[Mingus]

Why do people generally prefer holocaust jokes to jewish jokes?







They're 6,000,000 times funnier.

[jmose86]

A priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, a sailor says, "Whoa, look at the size of that fvcker!"

"Hey, mind your language!" says the priest.

Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, "Sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - it's a fvcker fish." Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.

"Look at this huge fvcker," says the priest, spotting the bishop.

"Language, please! This is God's house," replies the bishop.

"No, no - that's what this fish is called," says the priest.

"Oh," says the bishop, scratching his chin. "I could clean that fvcker and we could have it for dinner".

So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior. "Could you cook this fvcker for dinner tonight?" he asks her.

"My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.

"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a fvcker," says the bishop.

Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, "Wonderful, I'll cook that fvcker tonight - the Pope is coming for dinner!"

The fish tastes just great and the Pope asks where they got it.

"Well, I caught the fvcker!" says the priest.

"And I cleaned the fvcker!" says the bishop.

"And I cooked the fvcker!" says the mother superior.

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says, "You know what? You cunts are alright".

[Tallica1981]

A priest hooks a huge fish. Helping him reel it in, a sailor says, "Whoa, look at the size of that fvcker!"

"Hey, mind your language!" says the priest.

Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, "Sorry father, but that's what this fish is called - it's a fvcker fish." Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.

"Look at this huge fvcker," says the priest, spotting the bishop.

"Language, please! This is God's house," replies the bishop.

"No, no - that's what this fish is called," says the priest.

"Oh," says the bishop, scratching his chin. "I could clean that fvcker and we could have it for dinner".

So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior. "Could you cook this fvcker for dinner tonight?" he asks her.

"My, what language!" she exclaims, clearly shocked.

"No, sister that's what the fish is called - a fvcker," says the bishop.

Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, "Wonderful, I'll cook that fvcker tonight - the Pope is coming for dinner!"

The fish tastes just great and the Pope asks where they got it.

"Well, I caught the fvcker!" says the priest.

"And I cleaned the fvcker!" says the bishop.

"And I cooked the fvcker!" says the mother superior.

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says, "You know what? You cunts are alright".

LOL. Good stuff.