Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one
evening when a decrepit old cow walked in front of the speeding towncar. The
driver tried to avoid hitting it, but couldn't---the ancient bovine was
struck and killed. Hillary instructed the driver to go to the farm house and
explain what had happened and to offer to reimburse the farmer for the cow.
She would remain in the car and make calls to lobbyists.
About an hour later, the driver returns to the towncar, his clothes in
disarray, holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand and a
rare Cuban cigar in the other, smiling dreamily, his face smeared with
lipstick. "What happened to you?", asked Hillary.
"Well," the driver replied, "The farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me
the bottle of wine, and the gorgeous twin daughters made passionate love to
me!"
"My God! What did you tell them?", asked Hillary.
"I just stepped inside their 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."
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