Some time ago, President Clinton was hosting a state
dinner when, at the last minute, his regular cook fell
ill, and they had to get a replacement on short
notice. The fellow arrived and turned out to be a
very grubby-looking man named Jon. The President
voiced his concerns to his Chief of Staff but was told
that this was the best they could do on such short
notice.
Just before the meal, the President noticed the cook
sticking his finger in the soup to taste it and again complained to
the Chief of
Staff, but he was told that this man was supposed to be a very good
chef. The
meal went okay, but the President was sure that the soup tasted a
little funny.
By the time dessert came, he was starting to have stomach cramps and
nausea. It
was getting worse and worse until finally the President had to
excuse himself
from the dinner to look for the bathroom. Passing through the
kitchen, he caught
sight of the cook, Jon, scratching his rear end, which made him feel
even worse.
By now, the President was desperately ill with violent
cramps and was so disorientated that he couldn't
remember which door led to the bathroom.
He was on the verge of passing out from the pain when
he finally found a door that opened. As he unzipped
his trousers and ran in, he realized to his horror
that he had stumbled into Monica Lewinsky's office
with his trousers around his knees.
As he was just about to pass out, she bent over him
and heard the President whisper in a barely audible
voice, "Sack my cook."
