Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one
evening when an ancient cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried
to avoid it but couldn’t – the aged bovine was struck and killed.
Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the
owners what had happened. She stayed in the car making phone calls to
lobbyists.
About an hour later the driver staggered back to the car with his
clothes in disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive
wine in one hand, a rare, huge Cuban cigar in the other, and was smiling
happily, smeared with lipstick.
“What happened to you,” asked Hillary? “Well,” the driver replied, “the
farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful
twin daughters made passionate love to me!”
“My God, what did you tell them?” asked Hillary.
The driver replied, “I just stepped inside the door and said, I’m
Hillary Clinton’s driver and I’ve just killed the old cow. The rest
happened so fast I couldn’t stop it.
