Donnie46
Slow but sure....
Four Catholic ladies were having coffee one afternoon, bragging to one another about their successful sons.
The first woman tells her friends, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father’.”
The second Catholic woman chirps in, “My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace’.”
The third woman crone says, “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he’s called ‘Your Eminence’.”
Since the fourth woman just sips her coffee in silence, the first three give her this subtle, “Well…?” sort of look.
“My son is 6′2″ has broad square shoulders is terribly handsome and dresses exceptionally well.
Whenever he walks into a room, women just say ‘Oh my God…’.”
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The first woman tells her friends, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father’.”
The second Catholic woman chirps in, “My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace’.”
The third woman crone says, “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he’s called ‘Your Eminence’.”
Since the fourth woman just sips her coffee in silence, the first three give her this subtle, “Well…?” sort of look.
“My son is 6′2″ has broad square shoulders is terribly handsome and dresses exceptionally well.
Whenever he walks into a room, women just say ‘Oh my God…’.”
. . . . . . . . . .
