Four ladies are sitting together and talking about their sons.
“Mine is a bishop,” says the first woman. “Every time he walks into a room, people say ‘Your excellence’.”
“Well, my son is a cardinal,” says the second woman. “Every time he walks into a room, people say ‘Your eminence’.”
The third lady brags, “My son is the pope. Every time he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your holiness.”
The fourth lady shrugs. “My son doesn’t have a title but he does weigh 500 pounds and he’s only five feet tall. Every time he walks into a room, people say ‘Oh my god!’”
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