Called his personal accountant

A secretary for a foreign embassy was entertaining

a wealthy ambassador at a very expensive restaurant in New York.


The ambassador was so enthralled by her beauty

that he asked her to marry him.


The secretary knew she couldn’t insult a foreign

dignitary, so she decided to let him down easy.


“I’ll only marry you under three conditions.”


“Anything, anything,” said the ambassador.


“First, you must buy me a 14-karat gold wedding band

with a 72-karat diamond, along with a 28-inch studded

matching necklace for our engagement.”


The ambassador picked up his cell phone,

called his personal accountant, and said, “Yes, yes, I buy, I buy!”


“Second, I want you to build me a 58-acre

mansion in the richest part of the Hamptons, along

with a 40-acre summer home in the sweetest vineyards of France.”


The ambassador picked up his phone, called

his personal brokers in New York and France, and said,

“Yes, yes, I build, I build!”


The secretary knew she must think of a final request

that would be impossible to live up to.


“Finally,” she said. “I’ll only marry you if you

have a 10-inch penis.”


A sad face befell the ambassador, and he cupped

his face in his hands. After weeping, the ambassador

slowly lifted his head and said, “Ok, ok, I cut, I cut!”