Chinese Wedding Night
A Chinese couple gets married. She is a virgin.
Truth be told, he is not all that experienced
either.
On their wedding night, she cowers naked under the
sheets as her husband undresses. He climbs in next to her and tries to be reassuring.
"My darring, " he says, "I know dis you firss time
and you berry frighten. I pomise you, I give you anyting you want, I do
anyting - juss anyting you want. What chu want? " he says, trying to sound experienced, which he hopes will impress her.
A thoughtful silence follows and he waits patiently (and eagerly) for her
request. She eventually replies shyly and unsure, "I want to try somethin I have heard about... Numbaa 69."
More thoughtful silence, this time from him. Eventually, in a puzzled tone he queries...
"You want... Chicken wit broccori?"
A Chinese couple gets married. She is a virgin.
Truth be told, he is not all that experienced
either.
On their wedding night, she cowers naked under the
sheets as her husband undresses. He climbs in next to her and tries to be reassuring.
"My darring, " he says, "I know dis you firss time
and you berry frighten. I pomise you, I give you anyting you want, I do
anyting - juss anyting you want. What chu want? " he says, trying to sound experienced, which he hopes will impress her.
A thoughtful silence follows and he waits patiently (and eagerly) for her
request. She eventually replies shyly and unsure, "I want to try somethin I have heard about... Numbaa 69."
More thoughtful silence, this time from him. Eventually, in a puzzled tone he queries...
"You want... Chicken wit broccori?"
