Adriana Rose
01-24-2005, 02:51 PM
An Irish daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon
her return, her father cussed her; " Where have you been all this time, you
ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how
you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp!
Don't you know what you put your Mum through??!!"
The girl, crying, replied,
"Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."
"WHAT!!? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a
disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!"
"OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this luxury fur
coat,title deeds to a ten bed-roomed mansion, plus a savings account
certificate for £5 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex, and
for you Daddy the spanking new Mercedes limited edition convertible
that's parked outside plus a lifetime membership to the Country
Club...(takes a breath)...and an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on
board my new yacht in Cannes, and...."
"Now what was it you said you had become?"
Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff... A prostitute Dad! ... Sniff, sniff"
"Oh! Be Jesus! - you scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said "a Protestant". Come over 'ere and give your ol' man a hug!"
her return, her father cussed her; " Where have you been all this time, you
ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how
you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp!
Don't you know what you put your Mum through??!!"
The girl, crying, replied,
"Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."
"WHAT!!? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a
disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!"
"OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this luxury fur
coat,title deeds to a ten bed-roomed mansion, plus a savings account
certificate for £5 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex, and
for you Daddy the spanking new Mercedes limited edition convertible
that's parked outside plus a lifetime membership to the Country
Club...(takes a breath)...and an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on
board my new yacht in Cannes, and...."
"Now what was it you said you had become?"
Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff... A prostitute Dad! ... Sniff, sniff"
"Oh! Be Jesus! - you scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said "a Protestant". Come over 'ere and give your ol' man a hug!"