UncleR
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Titel: Royal Jogging
Verfasst am: Mo, 12 Nov 2007, 16:45 |
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> > Prince Charles decided to take up jogging.
> > Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
> > He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost
> > certain to follow. "One hundred and fifty pounds!" she'd shout from
> > the curb. "No! Five pounds!" He would fire back, just to shut her up.
> > This ritual between him and the hooker became a daily
> > occurrence. He'd run by and she'd yell, "One hundred and Fifty
> > pounds!" He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"
> > One day, Camilla decided that she wanted to accompany her
> > husband on his jog.
> > As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street
> > corner, Prince Charles realised she'd bark her £150 offer and
> > Camilla would wonder what he'd really been doing on all his past
> > outings. He figured he'd better have a good explanation for his
> > wife.
> > As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the
> > corner, he became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure enough,
> > there was the hooker. He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she
> > watched the pair jog past.
> > Then, from her corner, the hooker yelled, "See what you get
> > for five pounds, you tight bastard?!"
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