These four catholic crones were having
coffee. The first catholic woman 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 call him 'Your Grace'."
The third catholic crone says, "My son
is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he's called 'Your Eminence'."
Since the fourth catholic woman sips her
coffee in silence, the first three give her this subtle "Well...?" look.
So she says, "My son is 6'2"; he
has broad, square shoulders, he's terribly handsome and dresses very well. Whenever he
walks into a room, women say, 'Oh, my God!'"