The Bride

There was this beautiful secretary of the president of a large bank who goes on a sight-seeing tour with an important client, a very rich African king.

From out of the blue, the client 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 businessman 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 nods his head and says, "No Problem! I have! I have!"

Realizing that 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 and as a vacation home, I want a chateau in the middle of the best wine county in France."

The African king pauses for awhile. He whips his cellular phone and calls some brokers in New York and France. He looks at the woman, nods his head and says, "Okay, okey. I build. I build."

Thinking deeply of her last condition, the secretary knew she'd better make this a good one. She takes her time to think and finally 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, after hearing this, seemed a bit disturbed. He cups his face with his hands and rests his elbows on the table, all the while muttering in an African dialect.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the king shakes his head, looking really sad, and says to the woman, "Okey, okey, I cut, I cut!"