Hillary's Driver
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.
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.
