That's a good one, FPrice!
Here's one that's been going 'round on the email circuit.
A guy's out golfing, standing at the second hole, when a little frog says, "ribbit, nine iron."
The guy looks baffled at first, then decides what-the-heck and pulls out the nine iron. To his amazement, the ball lands just a couple of feet from the cup.
On the next hole, he's about to tee off again when the frog shows up. "Ribbit, four iron." The guy decides he'll give it a try and he gets a hole in one.
"So, you're a lucky frog, eh?" the guy asks.
"Ribbit, Lucky Frog."
The guy puts the frog in his pocket, and decides to he to the casino.
He's at the roulette table. "Ok, Mr. Lucky Frog, now what?"
"Ribbit, $3, black 6."
The guys does as he's told, and--sure enough--he's raking in the dough.
He gets a hotel room at the casino, and takes the frog with him.
They're up in the hotel room, and the guy says, "Mr. Lucky Frog, you've made my day. How can I thank you?"
"Ribbit, kiss me."
The guy hesitates a second, then kisses the frog. The frog instantly turns into an absolutely gorgeous fifteen year-old girl.
And that, your Honor, is how that girl got in my hotel room...
or my name isn't William Jefferson Clinton.