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Saturday, May 24, 2008

Long Lost Daughter

The Irish daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon her
return, her father cussed her, "Where have you been all this time, you
ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you
were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp! Don't you know what you
put your Mum 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
family - I don't want to see you again!"

"OK, Dad, - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this luxury fur coat,
title deeds to a ten bed-room mansion, plus a savings account certificate
for £5 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex, and for you Daddy,
the spanking new Mercedes Limited Edition convertible that's parked
outside, plus a life time membership to the Country Club...(takes a
breath)---an invitation for you all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new
yacht in the Riviera, and..."

"Now what was it you said you had become?"

Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff ... A Prostitute Dad,... sniff, sniff."

"Oh! Be Jesus! - 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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