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andypo

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An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
>> Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
>> 'Where have ye been all this time, child?
>> 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...(ta kes a breath)... and
>> an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in
>> the Riviera. '
>>
>> '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.
 
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