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...(takes 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 dear! Ye scared me half to death, girl!
I thought ye said a Protestant.
Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.
You gotta' love the Irish
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You gotta' love the Irish
WHOSE FISH IS IT?
Re: You gotta' love the Irish
It may be that my sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
Re: You gotta' love the Irish
I thought ye said a President! 
To fish, or not to fish, . . . those are the answers.
Re: You gotta' love the Irish
Harmsway wrote:I thought ye said a President!
President... Prostitute.... Either way they both get paid for screwing you right??? Ha....
I come from a small drinking community with a fishing problem
