Elf Sternberg

See, when you know about other religions, you can get this joke.

Five Catholic women are sitting at a cafe'. The first one says, "My son is a priest. When he enters a room, the men all say, 'Oh, Father.'"

The second one says, "My son is a bishop. When he enters a room, the men all say, 'Your Grace.'"

The third one says, "My son is a cardinal. When he enters a room, the men all bow politely and say, 'Your Eminence.'"

The fourth one, who is rather old, says, "My son in the Pope. When he enters a room, the men all get down on one knee and gasp, 'Your Holiness!'"

After a moment, they all look at the fifth woman, who has been very quiet this whole time. Finally, she says, "My daughter is a young, blonde, willowy beauty with large breasts. When she walks into a room, the men all get down on both knees and cry out, 'Oh, God!'"

Work bought lunch yesterday. It was okay, in that way that work-bought lunches are frequently only "okay." You'll know who catered because I was reminded of this joke: A man and a woman meet at a party. She says, "What do you do?"

He says, "I work with the kernel all day."

What he meant: "I am a programming God."

What she heard: "I work at Kentucky Fried Chicken."

Me, reading the news: "The next big thing: the digital skinjob."

fallenpegasus: "Is that like a digital handjob? I guess all handjobs are digital, aren't they?"