Proud mothers

Four Catholic ladies were having coffee.  The first woman tells her friends, “My son is a priest.  When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father’.”

The second woman chirps, “My son is a bishop.  Whenever he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace’.”

The third crone says, “My son is a cardinal.  Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Eminence’.”

Since the fourth woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her this subtle; “Well…?”

So she replies, “My son is a gorgeous, 6′ 2″ hard-bodied stripper.  When he walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh, my God…'”