Hanging out BS'ing in the break room, my buddy Sal is describing for a mutual friend (Ralph) this remarkable young woman we had seen at lunch. Sal asks me to attest to her loveliness. I reply, "Enough to make stone statues of dead bishops sit up and howl at the moon".
There's a hush and everyone nervously looks at Stacy, a devout Catholic. Without even looking up from her newspaper, she comments in tones of utter boredom, "Don't be absurd. Everyone knows bishops prefer boys."
Note to the nitpicky - yeah, yeah, I know, they're called sarcophagii :)
