NOTE: Written by a foreigner who's definitely not anti-American. β E. G.
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In 1944 the mid-west town of Tush had a population of 347 comprised mainly of military deserters, retired prostitutes, unemployed mailmen who'd found the cheapest place in the country to live, wife beaters on the run, women in black vinyl suits carrying chains and black whips, fugitives from the FBI most wanted list and, of course, the pro-rata number of gum-chewing young female store clerks for any town of approximately the size of Tush,
Not counted in the above statistics were five firemen, the railway station staff of three, the mayor, 133 council staff (the council was hopelessly over-manned but that was to keep the town's unemployment figures down in a bid to fake prosperity), sixty-six persons employed by government and the usual collection of nondescript husbands, wives, children and those living in sin.
In terms of economic viability, the town was on its tush; because the town looked depressed potential new settlers and investors thought it was depressed, so continued on their way to find new opportunities. Townspeople feel depressed by that neglect which tends to be coupled with a decrease in sexual activity so the Mayor and city administrators were in a frenzy committing adultery to try to halt the town's population dive. They were rather successful but their own work efficiency took a hammering and their wives and mistresses began complaining of neglect. This suggested a vicious cycle gripped Tush.
The town's principal industrial and manufacturing activities were few. One very profitable one was acting as a noxious dumping ground for all communities within 200 miles because in the town square of Tush lies an orifice two and a half miles deep β a disused mine shaft called the Enculer Venture drilled by the MΓ©nage Γ Trois Consortium in 1901.
The town had a storage facility which supplied Indian Curry to ten adjoining States, another supplying blended teas from England to thirteen states and a huge distribution centre that used to distribute throughout America second-hand bicycles imported from China until Henry Ford and others like him put an end to that trade with their four-wheelers that usually were propelled without the need to pedal.
With Tush teetering on a downward spiral, along came Antoinette Champollion, an immigrant on her way to a distant city She stopped for coffee and was unexpectedly seduced by Mayor Beyer. That experience set in motion the most historic event in the history of Tush β not the Mayor's ejaculation but rather the decision of Antoinette to stay in this town after finding its First Citizen so affable whereas until then she'd found Americans to be somewhat stuffy β so 'uptight when upright' as she'd later say when as Mayor she officiated at the re-naming of Tush.
Within a few days the Mayor and entire council including one woman were contributing to the sexual needs of their new citizen who had promised to give the town a shot in the butt by establishing a new business venture. Antoinette wrote (this was 1944 remember) to her father who was assisting the American forces after the German's surrendered Paris in June. Her father Armande was inventor of the inflatable prophylactic (which is why he was assisting American troops).
Staggered by the intense interest shown in his products, Armande's rubber vulcanizing company began producing them flavored with liqueurs, The boisterous American troops found CrΓ¨me de PΓͺche was the great favorite of French prostitutes while grateful freed French women of higher morals preferred that taste of cherry brandy. It remains unconfirmed but it is believed this is where the term later to be used for confectionary of 'All Day Sucker' originated and later translated into English.
In her innocence, Antoinette asked if daddy to send her product if he could find space in a ship returning to America. She wasn't to know American freighters were sailing full to France and returning virtually empty because the Germans had fled with all the paintings, great wines and cheeses. Daddy booked space on a ship that had expected to return empty from Calais and eventually three freight trains arrived from New York to the town of Tush where crates (there were no 48ft and 53ft International Containers in those days) were unpacked and the whole town turned out to lug the boxes to the huge vacant store donated to Antoinette by the Mayor and gratified council.