Catholic Sons
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Loading ...Four Catholic ladies 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 woman croned, “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 other 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…’.”