Four Catholic men and a Catholic woman were 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 says, "My son is the Pope. When he walks into a room people call him 'Your Holiness'."


Since the lone Catholic woman was sipping her coffee in silence, the four men give her a subtle, "Well....?"

She proudly replies, "I have a daughter, slim, tall, 38D breast, 24" waist and 34" hips. When she walks into a room, people say...............

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"Oh My God."

 

Thanks Allan R... now I have to go to confession.

 

Forgive him Father... it was Redgoat's fault!

 

What he said.......

 

Definitely my kind of humor!

 

I do too.....

Doesn't matter whose fault.....bless you too my child.....nice trunk by the way.....

I'm being accused of going blind and need things to be in large detail.....

Mine too. Ooops! gotta go .....Gods calling me and I hate to miss out on my penance

 

Looks like she'e got her high beams on!!!

 

I understand this is the new look for lifeguards at the beach. I think I'm gonna need a lot of rescuing.....

 

LOL. Good one. Hey, is it just me or are her eyes crooked? It's the last detail I paid attention to(OK, except for her floating left hand), and I guess no one would ever think to look in person, hahaha.

--Ryan

 

I've never heard them called eyes before???

Look pretty even to me but without further hands-on research and precise measurements it's hard to tell.

Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, "I'll keep an eye out for you".


Looks like I'm heading for the confessional booth again.

"When was your last confession my son?"

"What time is it Father??"

 

It's time for Laura to be kickin' your a$$!!!!!!!

 

With all due respect to the loverly lady above. My Grandpappy used to say,

"When you're poking the fire, ya don't look at the mantel."

 

During my youth growing up,I was a Catholic alter boy,I would just like to say...

O my goodness!

anything else might get me kicked off the board

 

My daddy used to say nothing wrong with window shopping, just leave it at that

 

Kickin'???, her boots so far up it I have to drag her around behind me right now.
I have to go get me some Perparation-W/Whoopeda$$.

This may came as a surprise to some but this strangely reminds me of Johnny Cash?
I hate when I mistake the tube of Ben-Gay for a tube of Preparation-H and get the burning ring of fire.

I'm going down down down someday.


A wise man, I know what he means.
I always put a brown paper bag over the mantel's head.

 

Eyes are crooked? Nope, they seem to be fully developed and balanced from my perspective....OOOOOHHHHHHH, you mean the ones on her face? Who cares?

 

You just ain't right! No if's and's or "butts" about it!!! Burning ring of fire!

One of these days, Laura's gonna put a plastic bag over your head and close it up real tight!

 

See! I said no one would notice (especially in-person). Otherwise, everything looks just fine to me!

--Ryan