The Irish Prostitute

Topper

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
Upon her return, her father cussed 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 . . . . 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, the title deed
to a ten bedroom mansion plus a 5 million euro savings certificate.
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 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 Dad.

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

War does not determine who is right, it determines who is left!

Formerly toppervte33h
whose six pack has turned into a keg

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