Four Catholic ladies were having coffee.
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The first Catholic woman tells her friends "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him "Father."
ù¹øÂ° ¾ÆÁܸ¶ ¿Ð, "¿ì¸® ¾ÆµéÀÌ ½ÅºÎ°Åµç. °Â°¡ ¹æ¿¡ µé¾î°¡¸é »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¸ðµÎ Father(½ÅºÎ´Ô)À̶ó°í ºÎ¸£Áö."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him, "Your Grace."
µÎ¹øÂ° ¾ÆÁܸ¶. "¿ì¸® ¾ÆµéÀº ÁÖ±³´ÔÀ̾ß. Your Grace¶ó°í ºÎ¸£Áö."
The third Catholic mother says, "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, "Your Eminence."
¼¼¹øÂ° ¾ÆÁܸ¶, "¿ì¸® ¾ÆµéÀº Ãß±â°æÀÌÀݼö. ¸ðµÎµé Your Eminence¶ó°í ºÎ¸£Áö."
Since the fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her this subtle, "Well?"
³×¹øÂ° ¾ÆÁܸ¶°¡ ħ¹¬À» ÁöŰÀÚ, ù¹øÂ° ¾ÆÁܸ¶°¡ ¿Ð "°Å±â´Â....?"
So she replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6' 2", hard-bodied dancer. When he walks into a room, people say, "Oh my God!"
"¿ì¸® ¾ÆµéÀº ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁö°Ôµµ ۰¡ 180ÀÌ ³ÑÁö. ¹æ¿¡ µé¾î°¡¸é ¸ðµÎ ±×·¯Áö. "¾ÆÀ̰í, ¼¼»ó¿¡!""
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