The Real Story about Clinton

At last, the true story. Some years 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 in his Southern drawl,
"Sack my cook."

And that, my friend, is how the whole misunderstanding occurred.