Here's another good argument for keeping it in your pants.
Being a member of the President's security detail has got to be one heck of a sweet gig. You get a decent suit, a natty pair of shades, and a gun.
And you get to literally rub elbows with the Top Dog, the biggest of the big dogs on the world stage.
Sure, I suppose there's an element of risk, but the last time one of these Secret Service dudes actually took a bullet was in the Reagan era.
So imagine you're on the team sent to Cartagena to protect POTUS from the many threats that could be lurking there in Colombia.
You scout the terrain. Not a terror suspect in sight. But man, those Colombian babes are hotter than hot! And friendly too!
Mama's back home in Maryland or Virginia and what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Before you can say "pants-off " the POTUS security detail has got the Colombian bimbo detail rocking the top floor of the Cartagena Intercontinental Hotel!
And then they get busted.
Shamed in the world's media.
Disgraced and humiliated.
Bet Mama knows now!
Good luck fellas!
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