A rather fishy joke

A priest took a vacation to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his trip, he hooked a monster fish and began fighting it. A few minutes later the guide, holding a landing net, yelled, "look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!"
"Please, my son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for."
"No, Father, you don't understand" explained the guide, "That's the species of fish you have on; it's called a 'Son of a Bitch' fish!"
"Really?" asked the surprised priest, "Well then, would you please net the Son of a Bitch?"
Once the fish was aboard, the guide marveled at its size. "Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen!"
"It really IS a big Son of a Bitch" the priest beamed, "What should I do with it?"
"Why, eat it of course. I promise, you've never tasted anything as good as one of these Sons of Bitches!"
Elated, the priest headed home. While unloading his fishing tackle and prize catch at the church's back door, Sister Mary appeared and inquired about his trip.
"Take a look at this huge Son of a Bitch I caught!" the priest gushed, opening his ice chest.
Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, "Father, such language from a priest!"
"It's Okay, Sister. According to my guide, that's the species of fish this one is: it's called a Son of a Bitch fish."
"Oh, well then...what are you going to do with that huge Son of a Bitch?"
"Eat it! My guide said they're great!"
Sister Mary then informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit in a few days. "Why don't I clean that Son of a Bitch for you, and we'll cook it for this special occasion", she volunteered.

On the night of the Pope's visit, everything went perfectly. The wine was fine, the fish excellent.
The Pope leaned back from his plate and said, "This is absolutely marvelous fish, where did you buy it?"
"We didn't buy it, Your Holiness; I caught that Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud priest.
The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing.
"And I cleaned and cooked the Son of a Bitch!", exclaimed the Sister.
The Pope looked silently at each of them. Glancing around the dining room, he saw they were alone. A big grin spread across his face as he leaned across the table and whispered, "Go get us some more wine.
You motherfuckers are my kind of people!"

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Today officially sucks.

George Plimpton has died.

Truth or Lie?

You know the drill, one of the following five is a lie. Can you figure out which one it is?

1. I sang with a professional band when I was five.
2. I was awarded a medal in the Army for knowing how to dig latrines
3. During my high-school days, I was once locked in a trophy cabinet.
4. I have been the Guest of Honor at a SF convention
5. My little toes on each foot curl under the toe next to them.

Have at!

The Band Meme

from figmo

Your meme, should you choose to accept it, is to rank the following bands in order, from COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT to COULDN'T CARE LESS. To add value to this process, you must also add one band to the list, and remove one band from the list, before passing the meme on (including these instructions).'

From the good to the bad:

The Grateful Dead
The Who
Queen
The Eagles
REM
The Beatles
Pink Floyd
The Red Hot Chilli Peppers
The Sex Pistols
Fleetwood Mac

I removed Nirvana, because they were so damn over-hyped. The Who was added simply because they are a band that rates highly with me.

They called me!

Job Fair tomorrow at Vallco for this year's World of Terror.

Now, the truth can be told...

OK, I got five responses, to my Truth or Lie meme.. No for the answers!

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