Banc: The Irish Prostitute

I’m just posting this joke I received from a friend, as it’s really funny and it expresses at least the Romanian and Irish way of seeing things, more and more often.

An Irish daughter of 21 years old had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return her father cussed her.

‘Where have ye been all this time? 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 75 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 and…. …’

‘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.’