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."
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."
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