Four elderly, very devout ladies are sitting on a bench in a park in Munich and talking about their sons.
“My son,” the first woman says proudly, “is a priest. Everyone calls him ‘Reverend’.”
“That’s nice,” says the second woman, “but my son is a bishop. People address him as ‘Excellency’!”
“Oh, come on,” says the third, “my son is a cardinal. He’s called ‘Your Eminence’!”
The fourth lady remains silent the entire time and only sips her coffee.
The other three become curious and ask at the same time:
“And your son? How do you address him?”
The lady smiles calmly:
“Oh, my son? It’s quite simple. He’s a str*pper in a nightclub, 1.90 meters tall…”
And when he finishes his performance, everyone shouts:
,Oh my God!’”
