The "other" view of

Presidential Sex

Marcia (AKA zinog) was beamed aboard the spaceship blewit. She was feeling quite nervous because she was sent to see the high princess to be debriefed on her mission. Zinog entered the princesses chamber to find Larena bobbit (AKA cuthat) eating a fresh xiborian fruit for a mid day snack. "ah zinog, I see you have come back from your mission. How did it go? Did you get what I need, what I want."

"Well you..i..umm. kinda"

"What do you mean kinda, zinog tell me the story"

Well it was a wonderful morning. I stepped out of my brand new apartment and Vernon Jordan was at my front door. He directed me to go directly to the White House’s oval office. I asked why, and he said that the president had a very special present. After Jordan left I went into the closet and got the XKA200 supercidal sperm extractor, just like you had instructed. When I reached the White House the guards were snickering for some odd reason. Now that I think of it everyone was snickering. The guards, tour guides, secret service, housekeepers. I think they knew something. As I entered the oval office I saw President Clinton standing on the desk wearing nothing but a rubber…. Chicken. What’s up with that. There were huge racks of meat hanging from the ceiling and a huge picture of J. Edgar Hoover on the wall. I walked over to him. My face was right in front of his hoo-hoo-diddie. My fist clutched the handle of the XKA200 supercidal sperm extractor. I was ready to extract. Wait for it wait for it. Then slick willy put his slick willy in my mouth. I couldn’t help but finish the job. But when the time came to act like a good member from the planet spread-eagle I…I swollowed.

"YOU WHAT, YOU ARE FIRED ZINOG. GET OUT OF HERE"

I only have one more choice…