THE IRISH PROSTITUTE:
A Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
"Where have ye been all this tjme, 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, "Dad... I became a prostitute."
"Ye what!? Get out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!
You're a disgrace to this Catholic Family."
"OK, Dad... as ye wish. I only came back to give mum this
Luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion.
Plus a 5 million euro saving 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 Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera."
"What was it ye said ye had become?" says Dad.
Girl, crying again, "A prostitute, Daddy!"
"Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said
a Protestant! Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!!!"
I have too much wisdom to keep to myself,
so I share my wisdom with everyone.
Not my fault nobody listens to me.