THE IRISH PROSTITUTE

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cussed her out... '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, & 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...'

(Her father interrupts) 'Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad.

Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff... a prostitute, Daddy! Sniff, sniff.'

'Oh! Be Gosh! Ye scared me half to death girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Now come here and give yer old Dad a hug.'

another sign that money talks.

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Originally posted by ztreh:
another sign that money talks.

Y E P............. and every politian is for sale.........................................