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mnottertail -> RE: Madmoiselle, you no longer exist (2/24/2012 10:27:40 AM)
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You will have to provide your own french accents outrageous for this.... A man strolls the Champs Elysee in Paris and accosts a beautiful woman... Monsieur: Will you go to bed with me, Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle: (aghast, taken aback) What do you take me for, Monsieur? Monsieur: But Mademoiselle, I will give you 50,000 francs for the honor of this interlude. Mademoiselle: Oh, but Monsieur; I can see I have misjudged you, you are certainly a man of genteel nature and of great refinement...(coquettishly) What will you do when we share our bed of love? Monsieur: I will lay you ever so gently in the finest linens in Paris, I will sprinkle you with fresh rose petals, I will tie you in the softest and silkiest flaxen ropes available—All the while; softly whispering passionate and wonderful words of lustiness in your pretty little ear. Mademoiselle: (fanning herself, chest heaving) And then what will you do with me, Monsieur? Monsieur: I will then bring forth my riding crop and beat you mercilessly as you scream in horrific pain....... Mademoiselle: (horrified) Mon Dieu! And how long will you beat me, Monsieur? Monsieur: Until I am once again in possession of my 50,000 francs; you ignorant whore...
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