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02-25-2009, 08:42 PM
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....Da'....I became a prostitute...'
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!
You're a disgrace to this Catholic family.'
=0 A 'OK, Da'-- 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 Da', 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.'
'Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says the Father.
Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff....a prostitute, Da'! Sniff, sniff.'
'Oh! B' Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl!
I thought ye said a PROTESTANT!! now, come here and give yer old Da' a hug.
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....Da'....I became a prostitute...'
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!
You're a disgrace to this Catholic family.'
=0 A 'OK, Da'-- 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 Da', 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.'
'Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says the Father.
Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff....a prostitute, Da'! Sniff, sniff.'
'Oh! B' Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl!
I thought ye said a PROTESTANT!! now, come here and give yer old Da' a hug.