Four Catholic mothers were having coffee, discussing their wonderful sons. The first mother said, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him Father.” The second woman chirped, “Well, my son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Grace.'” The third woman said smugly, “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Eminence.'” The fourth Catholic woman sipped her coffee in silence. The other three gave her a subtle, “Well?” so she said modestly, “My son is a handsome, 6-foot 2-inch, hard-bodied Chippendale stripper. Whenever he walks into a room, all the girls say, ‘My God!'”