The African King
By The beautiful secretary of the president of a bank goes on a
sightseeing tour with a very rich African king who was a very
important client.
The client out of the blue asks her to marry him. Naturally, the
secretary is quite taken aback. However, she remembers what her
boss told her…don’t reject the guy outright. So, she tries to
think of a way to dissuade the king from wanting to marry her.
After a few minutes, the woman says to the man, “I will only
marry you under three conditions. First, I want my engagement
ring to be a 75-carat diamond ring with a matching 200-carat
diamond tiara.”
The African king pauses for a while. Then, he nods his head and
says, “No problem! I have. I have.”
Realizing her first condition was too easy the woman says to the
man, “I want you to build me a 100-room mansion in New York. As
a vacation home, I want a chateau built in the middle of the
best wine country in France.”
The African king pauses for a while. He whips out his cellular
phone and calls some brokers in New York and in France. He looks
at the woman, nods his head and says, “Okay, okay. I build. I
build.”
Realizing that she only has one last condition, the secretary
knows that she’d better make this a good one. She takes her time
to think and finally she gets an idea, a sure-to-work condition.
She squints her eyes, looks at the man and says, rather coldly,
“Since I like sex, I want the man I marry to have a 14-inch
penis.” The man seems a bit disturbed. He cups his face with his
hands and rests his elbows on the table, all the while muttering
in African dialect.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the king shakes his
head, looking really sad, and says to the woman, “Okay, okay. I
cut. I cut.”
