Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a southern country road one evening when an old cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it, but could not. The aged bovine was struck and killed.
Hillary told her driver to go to the farmhouse and tell the owners what happened. She stayed in the car to make 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 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 daughter made mad passionate love to me!’
‘My God, what did you tell them? ‘ asked Hillary
The driver replied, ‘When they answered the door I 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.’