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Irish Prostetute
The Irish daughter had not been home for over five
years.
Upon her return, her father cursed her heavily
saying, "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 through?"
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, but 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 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?" asks
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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