Musings of Erin

Thanks to the Me, Myself, and I blog, I’ve had a chuckle today:

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″, hardbodied, well hung, male stripper.
Whenever he walks into a room, women say, My God….”

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