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11:03 AM --------------------------- "Jon Schnitzer" <jons@amerexenergy.com< on 05/11/2001 10:41:22 AM To: "Sandra F Brawner" <Sandra.F.Brawner@enron.com< cc: Subject: Fw: Catholic Fishing Story < < < < < A priest took a sebatacle to a fishing lodge. On the last day of his < < < < trip he hooked a monster fish and proceeded to reel it in. The guide, < < < < holding a net, yelled "Look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!" < < < < < < < < Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for! < < < < < < < < No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a Bitch fish! < < < < < < < < Really? Well help me land this Son of a Bitch! < < < < < < < < Once in the boat, they marveled at the monster. < < < < < < < < Father, that is the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen. < < < < < < < < Yes, my Son, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it? < < < < < < < < Why eat it of course. You've never tasted anything as good as that < <Son < < < < of a Bitch! < < < < < < < < Elated, the priest headed home to the church. While unloading his < <gear, < < < < and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip. < < < < < < < < Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught! < < < < < < < < Sister Mary gasped and clutchted her rosary, "Father!" < < < < < < < < It's ok Sister. That's what kind of fish it is. A Son of a Bitch < <fish! < < < < < < < < Oh, well then what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch? < < < < < < < < Why, eat it of course. The guide said nothing compares to the taste < <of < < < a < < < < Son of a Bitch. < < < < < < < < The Sister informed the priest that the Pope was scheduled to visit < <in < < < a < < < < few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for dinner. < <"I'll < < < < even clean the Son of a Bitch", she said. < < < < < < < < As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in. What are you < < < < doing Sister? < < < < < < < < Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the Pope's < <dinner. < < < < < < < < Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language! < < < < < < < < No, no, no. It's called a Son of a Bitch fish. Really. < < < < < < < < Oh, well in that case I'll fix up a great meal and that Son of a < <Bitch < < < < can be the main course! Let me know when you've finished cleaning < <that < < < < Son of a Bitch. < < < < < < < < On the night of the Pope's visit, everything was perfect. The Friar < <had < < < < prepared an excellent meal, there was wine, and the fish was < <excellent. < < < < < < < < The Pope said, "This is great fish, where did you get it?" < < < < < < < < "I caught the Son of a Bitch!" proclaimed the proud priest. < < < < < < < < The Pope's eyes opened wide, but he said nothing. < < < < < < < < "And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed the sister. < < < < < < < < The Pope sat silent in disbelief. < < < < < < < < And the friar added, "And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a < < < special < < < < recipe!" < < < < < < < < The Pope looked at each of them. Slowly a big smile creeped across < <his < < < < face. < < < < < < < <You fuckers are alright!!" < < < < < < < < <****************************************************************** < <This email and any files transmitted with it from the ElPaso < <Corporation are confidential and intended solely for the < <use of the individual or entity to whom they are addressed. < <If you have received this email in error please notify the < <sender. < <****************************************************************** < < _________________________________________________________________ < Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com
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