Four old college friends were having coffee. The first, a Catholic woman
tells her friends, "My son is now a Priest. When he walks into a room,
everyone calls him Father'."

The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks
into a room, people call him 'Your Grace'."

The third Catholic crone says, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks
into a room, he's called 'Your Eminence'."

Since the fourth woman, a Jewish lady, sipped her coffee in silence, the
first three women give her this subtle "Well...?"

So she replies, "My son is 6' 6".. 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 gasp, 'Oh, my God...'."