A man was selling goods on a market…
Man: Dam fish, get your dam fish!
Vicar: There’s no need for language like that, why are you
calling it damn fish, my son?
Man: It was caught in a dam.
Vicar: Oh, that’s OK then, I’ll have some please.
The vicar goes home to his wife…
Vicar: Cook this dam fish.
Wife: How dare you talk like that, you’re a vicar!
Vicar: No, you don’t understand, it was caught in a dam.
Wife: Oh! OK.
The wife cooks the fish and half an hour later, they are sitting
down to dinner with their son…
Vicar: Pass the dam fish please, son.
Son: That’s the spirit, dad! Now pass the fucking potatoes!
( I apologise for the unfunniness of this joke, it was told to
me by a friend who insisted I put it on this website!)