#8 My son is…
Four Catholic ladies are having coffee together.
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, “My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Grace.'”
The third Catholic woman says smugly, “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 stripper. When he walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh my God…'”
