The Lucky Frog

FITZGEREL (FITZGEREL@aol.com)
Mon, 25 May 1998 01:39:38 EDT


 The President takes the day off work to elude the press corps and
 Hillary.
He decides to go out golfing.  Bill gives the slip away from the Secret
 
Service guys and ends up, unrecognized, at a small public course in
Maryland.  He is on the  second hole when he notices a frog sitting
next to
 the green.  He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he
 hears,
 "Ribbit, 9 iron."
 
 The President looks around and doesn't see anyone.  "Ribbit, 9 iron."
 He
 looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts his club
 away
 and grabs his 9 iron.  Boom! He hits it 10 inches from the cup.  He is
 shocked. He says to the frog, "Wow, that's amazing. You must be a lucky
 
 frog, eh?"  The frog replies, "Ribbit, lucky frog."  The President
 decides
 to take the frog with him to the next hole.  "What do you think, frog?"
 the
 President asks.  "Ribbit, 3 wood".
 
 Bill takes out a 3 wood and WHAM!, hole in one.  The President is
 befuddled
 and doesn't know what to say.  By the end of the day, the President
 golfed the best game of golf in his life and asks the frog, "OK, where to
 next?"
 The frog replies, "Ribbit, Las Vegas."They go to Andrews AFB and fire
 up Air Force One, file for clearance direct to Las Vegas, and arrive at 4 AM,
 still unnoticed, at a casino. Bill says, "OK frog,  now what?"  The frog
 says, "Ribbit, roulette."
 
 Upon approaching the roulette table, the President asks, "What do you
 think I should bet?"  The frog replies, "Ribbit, $300,000, black, 6."  Now,
 this  is a million-to-one shot to win, but after the golf game, Clinton
 figures why not.  Whoosh!  Tons of cash comes sliding back across the
 table.
 The President takes his winnings and his new buddy, First Frog (FF),
 and heads back to DC.  Bill sets the FF on a cushion on his desk in the
 Oval Office and says, "Frog,  I don't know how to repay you.  You've won me
 all this money, and I and the Democratic National Committee are forever
 grateful."  The frog replies, "Ribbit, kiss me."  Bill figures, why not?
 Since after all the frog did for him, he deserves it.  With a kiss, the
  frog turns into a gorgeous 25-year-old woman.
 
"AND THAT, MR. STARR,  IS HOW SHE ENDED UP IN MY OFFICE."