The Irish Prostitute

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 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, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million
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 and... ...'

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

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