The distinguished gentleman was working busily in his chancellery office when the door burst open and a throng of German revelers rushed in. The Karneval celebrators planted the Prince of Fools' plumed cap on his head, dangled three Orders of Fools around his neck, cajoled him into singing some spirited songs and downing a glass of champagne while three comely ladies planted kisses on his head. When the festivities were over and the gang departed, it was back to business as usual for German Chancellor Willy Brandt.
"I came here to kick the hell...
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