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An Irish Girl in London

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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!!"


Lifetimer since April 2001

195/135/150WW

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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!!"


Lifetimer since April 2001

195/135/150WW

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OMG How funny!


~Lisa

HW 209

SW 199

CW 178.0

GW 153.0

*********

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

~Buddha

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OMG How funny!


~Lisa

HW 209

SW 199

CW 178.0

GW 153.0

*********

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

~Buddha

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