(Yesterday it was the Butler, this will work better with Chief of Staff, besides most of his help is laid off, remember? Also, go back and edit the Speedo to be Red, White and Blue as you'll see)
Chief of Staff held the tray behind his back. He said, "Sir, after lunch, we'll have a coctail hour in the back with all the guests."
Potus was annoyed. "Which guests? It's bad enough we have that English foreigner."
Chief of Staff adjusted his feet uncomfortably. "Sir, we tried to keep it within America. We have the Senate Marjority Leader, the tribes leader Chawangonee, your Vice Governor from Kansas who took your job, and the Israeli prime minister."
Potus said, "Chawan go what?"
Chief of Staff said, "Chawangonee, he's representing the native tribes peoples. He's 3/8ths Cherokee, 7/16ths Arapaho and 3/16ths another tribe that I can't remember."
Potus said, "Outstanding. We'll have a true American present for our American celebrations. He's a good man. I'm 3/16ths of that other thing myself. Probably. What did you say about the Israeli?"
Chief of Staff nodded. "The Israeli prime minister. He's here to secure your affirmation that America will defend Israel against the Iranians and Egyptians."
Potus said, "Israel doesn't need us. Those crazy bastards can defend themselves. Give them a sharp stick and a ram's head and they'll kill two thirds of the middle east."
Chief of Staff said, "Sir."
Potus looked up, "You don't look well. It's too hot to be wearing a tuxedo. What are you doing in that thing: you look ridiculous!"
The First Lady slapped at Potus' arm. "Be nice," she chided.
Chief of Staff said, "Yes, Sir, just trying to fill in for the, uh, shortfall of staff with our esteemed guests."
Potus sat up on his elbows. "They're not steamed." He looked over his shoulder. "Johnson, get over here."
Johnson approached. He wore a white cotton undershirt with a shoulder holster and large blue swimming trunks.
Potus stood up. "You see, here? This man knows how to relax. Yes, he's on duty. Yes, he's got a side arm in his pit. But he's relaxed. Like me. I'm also very patriotic with my American shorts."
Chief of Staff cleared his throat.
Potus looked at Johnson. "What? It's American!"
Chief of Staff said, "It's a Fench flag, sir. The American flag has red and white stripes, not bands of colour."
Potus was annoyed. "Whatever, go make us those fancy whatever you called its. Johnson, I'm jumping in the pool."
"Roger that," said Johnson, speaking quietly into his wrist.
Chief of Staff held the tray behind his back. He said, "Sir, after lunch, we'll have a coctail hour in the back with all the guests."
Potus was annoyed. "Which guests? It's bad enough we have that English foreigner."
Chief of Staff adjusted his feet uncomfortably. "Sir, we tried to keep it within America. We have the Senate Marjority Leader, the tribes leader Chawangonee, your Vice Governor from Kansas who took your job, and the Israeli prime minister."
Potus said, "Chawan go what?"
Chief of Staff said, "Chawangonee, he's representing the native tribes peoples. He's 3/8ths Cherokee, 7/16ths Arapaho and 3/16ths another tribe that I can't remember."
Potus said, "Outstanding. We'll have a true American present for our American celebrations. He's a good man. I'm 3/16ths of that other thing myself. Probably. What did you say about the Israeli?"
Chief of Staff nodded. "The Israeli prime minister. He's here to secure your affirmation that America will defend Israel against the Iranians and Egyptians."
Potus said, "Israel doesn't need us. Those crazy bastards can defend themselves. Give them a sharp stick and a ram's head and they'll kill two thirds of the middle east."
Chief of Staff said, "Sir."
Potus looked up, "You don't look well. It's too hot to be wearing a tuxedo. What are you doing in that thing: you look ridiculous!"
The First Lady slapped at Potus' arm. "Be nice," she chided.
Chief of Staff said, "Yes, Sir, just trying to fill in for the, uh, shortfall of staff with our esteemed guests."
Potus sat up on his elbows. "They're not steamed." He looked over his shoulder. "Johnson, get over here."
Johnson approached. He wore a white cotton undershirt with a shoulder holster and large blue swimming trunks.
Potus stood up. "You see, here? This man knows how to relax. Yes, he's on duty. Yes, he's got a side arm in his pit. But he's relaxed. Like me. I'm also very patriotic with my American shorts."
Chief of Staff cleared his throat.
Potus looked at Johnson. "What? It's American!"
Chief of Staff said, "It's a Fench flag, sir. The American flag has red and white stripes, not bands of colour."
Potus was annoyed. "Whatever, go make us those fancy whatever you called its. Johnson, I'm jumping in the pool."
"Roger that," said Johnson, speaking quietly into his wrist.
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