Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one evening when an old cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it but couldn't - the old cow was killed.
Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what 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, an expensive Cuban cigar in the other and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick.
"What happened?" asked Hillary.
"Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made mad passionate love to me."
"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary.
The driver replied: "I said, I'm Hillary Clinton's driver, and I just killed the old cow."
Those Damned Politicians
Those Damned Politicians
Carrying a gun isn't about killing.
It's about staying alive.
It's about staying alive.
Re: Those Damned Politicians
"Harry Reid’s love of all-things-cowboy dates back to his great great grandfather Bucky Reid, who, as legend has it, once taxed a man to death just for snorin’ too loud."
Carrying a gun isn't about killing.
It's about staying alive.
It's about staying alive.