Summed up by the following old one,
"An Irish daughter had not been home for over five years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.
"Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us at all? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum through?
The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute."
"Ye what!!? Get out, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace!"
"OK, Dad -- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a 7 bedroom country house plus a savings certificate for £3 million."
"For me brother, this gold Breitling and for ye, Daddy, the brand new Mercedes convertible that's parked outside, a membership to the country club, an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and a new..."
"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says Dad.
The girl, crying again, "A prostitute!
"Oh! Ye scared me to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant."