The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people calls him 'Your Grace'."
The third Catholic crone says "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he's called 'Your Eminence'."
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, and the first three women give her this subtle "Well...?"
She replies, "My son Arnel is 5'10"... he has plenty of money...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 say, 'My God...'."
