The brief footage of French President's recent visit to USA fully captured my imagination: King George I, Queen Barbara, Prince George W. Bush , Laura Lane Welch, Princess of Midland and, of course, shorter than Napoleon, Nicolas Paul Stéphane Sarközy de Nagy-Bocsa, Empereur des Français.
The grass was too empty without Empress Cécilia Ciganer-Albeniz. However, Prince George's behavior, as usual, seemed very gracious, for instance, patting the Empereur, on the bottom. Additionally, at this Royal green gathering, Prince George bent forward and carefully examined the Emperor's face. Why, I don't know.
Anyway, when the Royal family got ready for their agitprop message shots, Emperor Sarkozy, contrary to his predecessor, Napoleon, who used to clasp his hands behind him, inserted his left hand deep in the side pocket of his over-sized jacket, as if shielding or pressing something down in the groin. This reminded me of an episode of a long time ago.
It was way after midnight, at a dorm in San Antonio, Texas, when I head an urgent knock on the door of my room. Next, I heard someone shouting: Open up Walt, it's me, Ching Choong Chung. Reluctantly, in my brief, I unlatched the door and the Vietnamese classmate stepped in. Angrily he cried "Walt, I have a problem, a real big problem." Confused and confounded, I inquired, "What is your problem, at this hour?"
He aggressively asked, "Can't you see my big problem?" and simultaneously pointed to his groin where I saw a protruding object sticking out of his brief underwear. I tried very hard to hide my resentment. During this period, I felt an impulse deep in me to grab his less than 5 foot stature and throw him out of the window, but stifled the feeling and asked, "Would you please elaborate a bit how I could be of service to you?"
"I will. You see, I have not been able to sleep, to pee, or to turn over in my bed for two weeks. This constant erection is hurting me a lot. When I go out, I have to put my left hand in my pocket and flatten the damn thing up in order not to draw people's attention to my private parts."
"Alright. What it's got to do with me?"
"You can help me get rid of this erection! You see, the only cure to this problem is ejaculation."
I think I stepped forward to grab him, because, he hastily added: "Tomorrow is weekend. Right? Heard you and friends plan to drive to Laredo, Nuevo Laredo, right?"
Now he fell on his knees and continued: "Would please take me with you?"