““Four Catholic women are having coffee. The first one tells her friends, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father.’” The second woman chirps in, “My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Grace.’” The third woman says smugly, “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Eminence.’” The fourth woman sips her coffee and then says, “My son is a gorgeous hard-bodied stripper. When he walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh my Lord…””
