The Irish Prostitute and the Religious Intolerance An Irish daughter had not been home for over a year. Upon her return, her father cussed her, "Where have you been all this time? Why did you not write to us? Why didn't you call? Can ye not understand what you put yer old mother 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 Catholic family." "OK, Daddy-- as you wish. I just came back to give Mammy this luxurious fur coat, title deeds to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million cheque. For my little brother Seamus, this gold Rolex. And for you Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside, plus a membership to the Limerick Country Club......... .................. (takes a breath)...... ........ and an invitation for you all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Caribbean and... ." "Now what was it you said you 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 you said a PROTESTANT. Come here and give your old Daddy a big hug."
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