OK ... at the risk of starting a sectarian war on this thread but in celebration of this week's goings on at the Vatican, here goes ...
An Irish daughter hadn't been home for over three years. Upon her return, her father said, "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 through?"
The girl, cried and when she gained her composure, replied sniffing, "Daddy ... I was too embarrassed, I have become a prostitute."
"Ye what? Out of here, ye shameless hussy! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family, so yer are."
"OK, Daddy...as ye wish...I just came back to give Mummy this luxurious fur coat, her and ye the title deed to an eight bedroom mansion plus a $5 million cheque. For me little brother Seamus, this gold Rolex. Also for for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside, plus a lifetime membership to the Limerick Country Club."
She took a deep breath and continued, "and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Caribbean."
"Now tell me again what was it ye said ye had become?" asked the father.
The girl, cried again, "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 Daddy a big hug."