Four Catholic ladies are having coffee together, discussing how
important
their children are.
The first one tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into
a
room, everyone calls him 'Father'."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "Well, my son is a bishop. Whenever he
walks into a room, people say, 'Your Grace'."
The third Catholic woman says smugly, "Well, not to put you down, but my
son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say "Your
Eminence."
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three
women
give her this subtle "Well...?" She replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6'
2",
hard bodied, well-hung, male stripper. Whenever he walks into a room,
women
say, "My God."
important
their children are.
The first one tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into
a
room, everyone calls him 'Father'."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "Well, my son is a bishop. Whenever he
walks into a room, people say, 'Your Grace'."
The third Catholic woman says smugly, "Well, not to put you down, but my
son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say "Your
Eminence."
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three
women
give her this subtle "Well...?" She replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6'
2",
hard bodied, well-hung, male stripper. Whenever he walks into a room,
women
say, "My God."