[Posted on Quora.com by Stefania Molinari]
This joke contains some strong language - might not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
An Irish girl comes back home for New Year's.
Her father asks her, "Where have you been, all this time? Why did you not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't you call?"
The girl, crying, replies, "Dad, I became a prostitute."
"What?! Out of here, you shameless harlot! You're a disgrace to this family."
"Okay, Daddy. If that's your wish. I just came back to give Mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten-bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for £4 million."
"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 a fun New Year's Eve on board me new yacht in the Riviera, and ..."
"Now, what was it ye said you had become, again?" asks Dad.
Girl, crying, again, "A prostitute, Dad!"
"Oh! You scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said a Protestant. Come here and give your old man a hug!"
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