A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor and says,
“Please come over here and help me, I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her neighbor asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The little silver-haired lady says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster”
Her neighbor decides to go over and help with the puzzle.
She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.
He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,
“First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.”
He takes her hand and says, “Secondly, I want you to relax let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then,” he said with a deep sigh.
“Let’s put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.”
--An Irish Daughter Returned Home After 5 Years --
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.
Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.
Where have ye been all this time, child?
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, crying, replied:
“Dad… I became a pr'o's'ti't'ute.”
Ye what!? Get out a here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!
“You’re a disgrace to this Catholic family.”
“OK, Dad… as ye wish. I only came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten-bedroom mansion, plus a 5 million savings certificate.
For me little brother, this gold Rolex.
And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that’s parked outside plus a membership to the country club And an invitation for ye all to spend New Year’s Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera.”
“What was it ye said ye had become?” says Dad.
Girl, crying again:
“A prost!tute, Daddy!.”
Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Pr'o'te's't'ant!
Come here and give yer old Dad a hug
