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. "
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