The Irish Prostitute
An Irish daughter had not been home for over a year.
Upon her return, her father cussed her, “Where have ye been all this time? 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, so yer are.”
“OK, Daddy– as ye wish. I just came back to give Mammy this luxurious fur coat, title deeds to a ten bedroom mansion plus a million cheque..For me little brother Seamus, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that’s parked outside, plus a membership to the Limerick Country Club……… ………………. (takes a breath)….. …….. And an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Carribean and… .”
“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 Daddy a big hug.”