Albert, you're right.
Now that I think of it, GW's thoughts at the time he was sitting in that classroom were probably as barren as an Afghani desert. I'm sure Slick Willy's mind was filled with multi-colored, booty-licious, intern explosions while Monica was a bobbin' away. Whoa, that last part sounded like a Paul Simon song.
Thanks, UncleJeff! I guess many of my posts are inspired by a delirious confusion caused by staring at 1280 x 1024 pixel resolution boobs at work.
I love my job!