On this cloud was a slightly thinner woman, who was slightly easier on the eye. "Screw me hard or climb the ladder to success," she said.
"Well," thought the man, "might as well carry on."
On the next cloud was an even more attractive lady who, this time, was quite pretty. "Screw me now or climb the ladder to success," she uttered.
As he turned her down and went on up the ladder, the man thought to himself that this was getting better the further he went. On the next cloud was an absolute beauty. Slim, attractive, the lot. "f--- me here, right now, or climb the ladder to success," she cooed in his ear.
Unable to imagine what could be waiting, and being a gambling man, he decided to climb again. When he reached the next cloud, there was a 400 pound ugly man, with flies buzzing around his head and his hairy dick hanging out of his pants.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Who, me?" said the ugly fat man... "I'm Cess!"
The moral of this fable is thousands years old:
On the way to the top don't forget to stop to smell the flowers.
Submitted By: Anonymous
Feb 9, 1999 14:43