I grabbed the mail today and noticed a card addressed to me from my parents. I started rolling through the calendar in my head, wondering what the special occasion was. (Oh, crap, their anniversary is tomorrow, and I didn't send a card! Bad daughter!) But still, why would they send ME a card for THEIR anniversary?
Well, I opened up the card and laughed my butt off. (Not literally, that would only be too easy.) Anyhow, it was a St. Patrick's Day card that can really only be appreciated by an Irish Catholic. It went like this:
An Irish Lass returns home after 5 years away and her dad is furious! He screams, "Where the heck have you been??!"
"Well Daddy, I became a prostitute."
"What?" he yelled. "Get out of my house! You've shamed your family!!"
She sobs, "OK, Daddy, but before I go, here are keys to a brand new Porsche for you, a diamond necklace for mum, and a check for $250,000."
"What? Where did all this come from?" he asks.
"I told you, I became a prostitute."
"A PROSTITUTE??" he says... "Come here and give yer Daddy a big hug... I thought ye said, 'A PROTESTANT.'"
If you didn't get it, you're just not Irish. Oh, and by the way, Happy Anniversary Dad and Mom. Sorry I didn't get YOU a card.
4 comments:
I need to clarify this post.
When it comes to St. Patricks Day cards I'm afraid they are really just from Bob. (Especially if they are risque.)(Sp?)
He just signs my name so I don't feel left out.
Those Irish! You don't see a St. Swede's Day do you????
Just doesn't sound right either.
I knew it was from Dad, but he signed it Dad and Mom so I had to acknowledge you.
Don't blame the Irish because Swedes don't know how to commercialize or capitalize on their heritage.
Well, Wausa does have their little Swedish festival, but I guess eating that weird pickled stuff just didn't catch on. Like a true Irishman, I'd rather drink!
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riley
Grandma here.
Can't find Riley.
He is missing from his blog.
Any sightings ???????
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