A CLOSE BRUSH WITH HISTORY ———- by Steve Nadis
Last night, I got together with an old friend who just got back from a weeklong trip to Mexico. There he stayed with a man (as well as this man’s family) in a villa near the Pacific. The host’s claim to fame: He supplied Bill Clinton with the cigar that Clinton, in turn, used while fondling M. Lewinsky. In other words, I myself, personally, talked with the guy who met the guy who provided said cigar that probed some private areas of her anatomy. In that sense, I came close to a rather sordid chapter in history–perhaps closer than I wanted to come. The fact is, I don’t even like cigars. But I still don’t want to think about where this particular cigar (or cigars, if there were indeed cigars) went. Or why. Let’s not go there, OK?
Posted by in 14:55:06
Ewwwwwww! That’s all I’ve got, just . . . ewwwwwwwww!
You’re right, OR, that was an unappetizing little tale.
Back in the Saddle, huh?
Was the fastest dismount (fall) oiy’ve E-va seen!
You MIGHT recall she testified (summer ‘98) he was wielding a cigar TUBE that day.
Just another Tijuana Tale, if ya ask me…
Maybe you’re right, MP. Maybe this guy supplied the cigar tube rather than the cigar itself. I suspect he supplied both and both, apparently, were put to excellent use.
I don’t recall a cigar tube. I remember a cigar, and after it was removed from her (trying to thing of the right Penthouse Forum metaphor) love tunnel, he put it into his mouth and said (imagine Arkansas accent here) “Tastes good!” [Emphasis added by editor.]
Sorry TB, I beg to differ. Didn’t he say, “Less filling”?