Tuesday, March 18, 2008

IRISH PROSTITUTE

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. 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."

"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 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 Dad a hug."

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