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THE IRISH PROSTITUTE...
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
'Where have ye been all this time, child?
Why did ye not write to us, not even a line?
Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru? '
The girl, crying, replied, ' Sniff, sniff....Dad...I became a prostitute... '
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family. '
'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex.. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club...(takes a breath)... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera. '
'Now what was it ye said ye had become? ' says Dad.
Girl, crying again, ' Sniff, sniff.....a prostitute Daddy! Sniff, sniff. '
'Oh! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.'
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
'Where have ye been all this time, child?
Why did ye not write to us, not even a line?
Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru? '
The girl, crying, replied, ' Sniff, sniff....Dad...I became a prostitute... '
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family. '
'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex.. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club...(takes a breath)... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera. '
'Now what was it ye said ye had become? ' says Dad.
Girl, crying again, ' Sniff, sniff.....a prostitute Daddy! Sniff, sniff. '
'Oh! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.'