Crisis in the White House!

That I live in. And am currently sitting in. It seems that all the ladies want in my pants. Well, alright, so not really very many. Maybe one, or two. Or maybe three if you count my other hand. Recently it has come to my attention that I am quite insane. Lets take a vote on this. Unfortunately, I have lost the vote, because I have yet to grow that third hand that would lead to an even greater amount of insanity, because they could put another one of those big rubber stamps there. Also, with a third hand, I could scratch my back, or beat up my kids without taking my eyes off of the precious precious road. The road to gold! Well, lets just say it's the road to moderation. No way man, you can never moderate me, for I am Latin. Look at me with my shirt unbuttoned an extra button, sending all of the ladies swooning to the ground, where I lightly step over them and blow them a kiss, sending them into a peaceful slumber full of cabana boys. Ah yes, the tropics do dangerous things to one's mind.