Catholics

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 Excellency".

The third Catholic crone 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, and the first three women give her this subtle, "Well..........?"

She replies, My son is 6'2".....he has plenty of money.....broad shoulders.....terribly handsome..... dresses very well.....tight muscular body.....tight hard buns.....and a very nice bulge.....and whenever he walks into a room.....women gasp, "Oh, my God.....".