Catholic Coffee

Four Catholic men and a Catholic woman are having coffee. The first Catholic man tells his friends, “My son is a priest, when he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father.’” The second Catholic man chirps: “My son is a Bishop. When he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace.’” The third Catholic gent says: “My son is a Cardinal. When he enters a room everyone says, ‘Your Eminence.’” The fourth Catholic man then brags: “My son is the Pope. When he walks into a room people call him: ‘Your Holiness.’” Seeing that the lone Catholic woman was just sipping her coffee in silence throughout their conversation, the four men give her a subtle, “Well?” To which she proudly replies: “I have a daughter: slim, tall, 38D breasts, 24” waist and 34” hips. When she walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh My God.’”Four Catholic men and a Catholic woman are having coffee. The first Catholic man tells his friends, “My son is a priest, when he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father.’” The second Catholic man chirps: “My son is a Bishop. When he walks into a room, people call him ‘Your Grace.’” The third Catholic gent says: “My son is a Cardinal. When he enters a room everyone says, ‘Your Eminence.’” The fourth Catholic man then brags: “My son is the Pope. When he walks into a room people call him: ‘Your Holiness.’” Seeing that the lone Catholic woman was just sipping her coffee in silence throughout their conversation, the four men give her a subtle, “Well?” To which she proudly replies: “I have a daughter: slim, tall, 38D breasts, 24” waist and 34” hips. When she walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh My God.’”


ILLUSTRATION: LUCIANO “SONNY” RAMIREZ
STORY: ARIS REX ARROYO BY EMAIL