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 Year’s 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! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant.
Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!”