We are having fish tonight, which always reminds me of this joke when it happens on a Friday.
Maureen O'Rourke went to the priest to complain about her family and ask what she should do with them. "I make fish every Friday like my mother and grandmother before me, as a good Catholic woman should, and they whine about it the whole dinner."
"Don't they like fish?" Father asked
"They love fish. They just don't like being old fashioned, so now that the rules have softened they want to be all Vatican II about it."
"Do they complain about it when you serve fish on other nights?"
Mother O'Rourke paused, eyes darting from side to side. Then one side of her mouth turned up in a grin. "Thank you for your help, Father. They're going to get fish every blessed Wednesday for the rest of their lives."
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