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". [fake]
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". [fake]