Four Catholic ladies were having coffee one afternoon.
The first Catholic women 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 lady says, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he’s called ‘Your Eminence.’"
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women prod her with a subtle, ‘"Well??"
So she replies, "My son is 6’2. He has broad, square shoulders. Terribly handsome. Tight muscular body. Hard buns and a very nice bulge. He is also a male dancer at a female strip club and whenever he walks into a room…women gasp,‘OH MY LORD!’"