Ginaki
04-19-2004, 09:45 AM
An Irish girl went to London to work as a secretary and began sending home
money and gifts to her parents.
After a few years they asked her to come home for a visit, as her father was
getting frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home in a Rolls Royce
and stepped out wearing furs and diamonds.
As she walked into the house her father said "Hmmm, they seem to be paying
secretaries awfully well in London."
The girl took his hands and said, "Dad, I've been meaning to tell you
something for years but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it
from you any longer. I've become a prostitute."
Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was
called but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed
and the priest was called.
As the priest began to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother and
daughter weeping and wailing, the old man muttered weakly, "I'm a goner,
killed by me own daughter! Killed by the shame of what you've become!"
"Please forgive me," his daughter sobbed, "I only wanted to have nice
things! I wanted to be able to send you money and the only way I could
do it was by becoming a prostitute."
Brushing the priest aside, the old man bolted upright in bed, smiling.
"Did ye say prostitute? I thought ye said PROTESTANT!!"
money and gifts to her parents.
After a few years they asked her to come home for a visit, as her father was
getting frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home in a Rolls Royce
and stepped out wearing furs and diamonds.
As she walked into the house her father said "Hmmm, they seem to be paying
secretaries awfully well in London."
The girl took his hands and said, "Dad, I've been meaning to tell you
something for years but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it
from you any longer. I've become a prostitute."
Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was
called but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed
and the priest was called.
As the priest began to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother and
daughter weeping and wailing, the old man muttered weakly, "I'm a goner,
killed by me own daughter! Killed by the shame of what you've become!"
"Please forgive me," his daughter sobbed, "I only wanted to have nice
things! I wanted to be able to send you money and the only way I could
do it was by becoming a prostitute."
Brushing the priest aside, the old man bolted upright in bed, smiling.
"Did ye say prostitute? I thought ye said PROTESTANT!!"