Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
Upon her return her Father cursed her heavily.
“Where have you been all this time, child? Why did you not write to us, not even a line? Why didn’t you call? Can you not understand what you put yer old Mother through?”
The girl, crying, replied, “Dad… I became a prostitute.”
“You what!? Get out a here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You’re a disgrace to this Catholic family.”
“OK, Dad… as you wish. I only 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 you Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that’s parked outside plus a membership to the country club and an invitation for you all to spend New Year’s Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera.”
“What was it you said you had become?”, says Dad.
Girl, crying again, “A prostitute, Daddy!”
“Oh! My Goodness! you scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said a Protestant! Come here and give your old Dad a hug!”