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Four Irish Catholic ladies were having coffee and playing bridge.

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

The fourth woman sipped her coffee in silence, the first three women give her a subtle “Well…?” She replied, “My son is a handsome, 18 year old, 6′ 2,” body builder, athlete, intellectual, entertainer, college junior and when he walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh, my God…’.”