Irish Catholic Daughter
The Irish daughter had not been to the ouse for 5 years. Upon her return, her father cussed her, “Where have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn’t you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn’t you call? You little tramp! Don’t you know what you put your Mum through?
The girl crying, replied, “Sniff, sniff...Dad...I became a prostitute...”
‘WHAT? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You’re a dis-grace to the family - I don’t want to see you again!”
“OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mum this luxury fur coat, the deeds to a ten bedroom mansion, plus a savings account certificate for 5 million pounds. For my little brother, this golden Rolex, and for you Daddy the spanking new Mercedes Limited Edition convertible that’s parked outside plus a lifetime membership in the Country Club...(takes a breath) - an invitation for you to spend New Year’s Eve boardmy new yacht in the Riviera, and...”
“Now what was it you said you had become?”
Girl, crying again, “Sniff, sniff...a prostitute Dad...sniff, sniff.”
“Oh! Be jeebies - You scared me half to death, girl. I thought you said a PROTESTANT!!! Come here and give your old man a hug.”