#8
An Irish girl returns home for New Year.
When she got there, her Dad said to her, “Where have you been all this time? Why did you not write to us, not even a single line? Why didn’t you call?”
The girl started to cry as she replied, “Dad, I became a prostitute.”
Her Dad shouted in rage, “Whaaatt!!? Get out of here you shameless harlot! You’re a disgrace to this family.”
The girl answered, “OK, Daddy. If that’s your wish, that’s what I’ll do; I understand. First though, I just came back to give Mum this luxurious fur coat, the title deeds to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for £7 million. And for my little brother, I brought this gold Rolex, and for you Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that’s parked outside. Oh yes, plus a membership to the country club and an invitation for you all to spend a fun New Year’s Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and…”
Her Dad interrupted her, “Now what was it you said you had become, again?”
The girl started crying again as she said, “A prostitute, Dad!”
Her Dad said, “Oh! You scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said a Protestant. Come here and give your old man a hug!”
