Four religious ladies were having coffee. The first religious woman tells her friends “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father’.
The second religious woman chirps, “My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace’.”
The third religious crone says “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he’s called ‘Your Eminence'”.
Since the fourth religious woman sips her coffee calmly, and says “My son is 6’2”, he’s loaded with dough,… got broad square 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…”