March 20th

The Irish prostitute

Sorry, I had to post this.  With so much shit happening out there, including the death of the great Nastasha Richardson– which happened I suppose, to make us remember, that we are all equal and we stand at the wim of the great big beyond, I thought why the hell not.  Post something funny, and give us all a laugh. 

THE IRISH PROSTITUTE 

An Irish daughter had not been home for over a year.  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 mum 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.. 

Ok, I posted at work.  So shoot me. It took less than 5 minutes.  If you can friggin’ twitter during the day, I can post.  But you did laugh, now, dinna ya?  Thanks Cheryl.

 
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