by Ben Dover
My first question, of course, was who is the father. JFK began laughing. "Everybody knows Adolf has been impotent for years. I'm the father, of course. Elvis merely smiled his agreement while Hitler dozed on the sofa, recovering from a late night drinking binge at a local bar. "Adolf likes his schnapps a bit too much," JFK added.
The parents to be seem as proud as any expectant family. They are working on a nursery which will be decorated in shades of red and black in honor of Hitler's past. Hitler will be named as the child's godfather, said Elvis. I asked about the due date, and was told by Elvis, "Dr. Yoolum has never had a male patient before, so he's really not certain, but his best guess is sometime in late August.
Elvis reports that he has had an ultrasound and everything appears to be normal. The child, a boy, will tentatively be named Adolf Fitzgerald Presley, although the trio is still considering other possibilities according to JFK. As I was concluding my visit, Hitler awakened and shouted drunkenly, "Get out of here you filthy Jew boy!" This reporter was deeply offended at the use of such language by a former world leader. I am not, in any case, Jewish, so the laugh's on him. I did, however, beat a hasty retreat while Elvis shouted "You come back when the baby's born, ya hear?"