A pastor’s wife goes to the fish market. She’s looking to make fillets for dinner and asks the man behind the counter for a suggestion.
“I’d recommend this right here, ma’am. It’s new to the market.”
“What kind of fish is it?” she asks.
“It’s dam fish, ma’am.”
The pastor’s wife abruptly says, “How dare you use that kind of language around a pastor’s wife!”
The man behind the counter calms her down and says, “No, no ma’am. This is a new breed of fish that lives down at the local roller dam. So we call it dam fish.”
The pastor’s wife apologises for the misunderstanding, buys three fillets, and heads home to start cooking.
As she’s cooking the pastor comes home and says, “Something smells delicious, honey! What’s cooking?”
The wife says, “dam fish.”
The pastor screws up his face and yells, “I cannot believe I’m hearing profanity out of a pastor’s wife! How dare you!”
The wife calms her husband down and says, “No, no honey! The man at the market told me this is a new breed of fish found at the local roller dam. So they call it dam fish.”
The pastor understands and apologises. The wife then calls their son down to eat.
The pastor starts to load up his plate and says, “This is a fine looking meal, honey. Could you pass me some of that dam fish.”
The son lights up, slaps his dads back and says, “That’s the spirit, Dad! While your at it Mum, pass me the f***ing potatoes!”