Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Strawberries

I keep them in the top drawer of my desk in the oval office.
That's a small and secret drawer, and it leaves just enough room for them not to get crushed.
Cause when they get crushed, I have a bad day. Very bad. Those are the days I start wars.

I take the first one around 11 am. I live up to that moment, wait till everyone's gone, and then....

Aaah. The best part is when I use my tongue to explore the surface. After that, I put it in my mouth and close my eyes. I try to keep it inside without swallowing for as long as possible. My personal record is 2 hours 14 minutes. Then the minister of Defense entered bringing the news that they found Saddam. I was so happy I almost choked. And accidentally I swallowed.

Here I had one in my left cheek. It stayed there for 28 minutes. Then I had to deliver a speech. Sometimes I manage to keep it inside during the speech. Then I am not paying attention to the speech and people find me stupid. Which, of course, I am not.


Here I was trying out two at the same time. That didn't work. I didn't know on which one to focus anymore. Instead of double pleasure, I got a headache.

3 comments:

Tom said...

Dear W.,

Glad to know you love strawberries so much. Have you ever considered trying some other fruit? Like bananas? That way it would be way harder to conceal, and consequently much more fun.

Regards,
T.

Lzl said...

Are you dead?
Is it your secret pleasure to make everyone in the world believe you are still alive? Are you doing that by spreading the exact same rumor about Osama? I have to say, who ever plays you, does a real good job! Congratulations:-)

Anja said...

Yes I'm dead. Wasn't that obvious?
I'm in heaven with my dear friend Fidel.