The Irish Prostitute
Mood:  lucky
Topic: Ethnic
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 mum 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 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 savings certificate for $5 million. 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 in the country
club . (takes a breath) ... and an invitation for ye
all to spend New Years Eve on board me new yacht in the
Riviera, and....'

'Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says dad.

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

'Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl,

I thought ye said a Protestant'. Come here and give yer old man a hug!'