Winston Churchill met President Roosevelt at the hot springs the president frequented for his polio affliction. Winston came dressed in his swimming trunks and little else; he knew he wasn’t there for a war briefing.
“Come in, Winston, the water is sublime!” Roosevelt shouted over the bubbling water. He was naked from the waist up, as far as Churchill could see. Through the bubbling surface he could make out the president’s emaciated legs. A smile crossed his lips as he stepped into the sauna alongside Roosevelt.
“You do enjoy your gas, you old windbag,” Churchill said. He nearly dropped his cigar in his mouth into the water.
“Now, now, Winston, I’ll not have your sharp tongue today, whether in the air or on my cock.” Roosevelt slapped Churchill on the shoulder.
“Your cock, sir, is sharper than any tongue, for it is whetted on the hard midwestern women of your country.” Churchill’s own dick grew as he shuffled closer to Roosevelt. Roosevelt, of course, was almost immobile in the water, due to his affliction; it made the chase that much more enjoyable.
“What will it be, then, Winston?” Roosevelt smiled wide. “I do hope it’s not 1812 all over again. I burned my backside when you tried to set fire to my underpants.”
“They’re not on fire now, sir? Mine are!” And Churchill went in for the kill. He was careful not to push Roosevelt into the water, but the buoyancy helped him stay astride the president as he went down on him. That old fart the Fuhrer wasn’t the only world leader who knew how to blitzkrieg!