Hilary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one evening when an old cow lumbered in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid the bovine, but couldn’t.
The aged cow was struck by the car and killed instantly.
Hillary instructed her driver to go to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened.
She further instructed that he should resist any request from the farmer to pay for the animal, even implying that she might sue the farmer, since his cow hit her car.
Regardless, Hillary emphasized to the driver, “You killed it, so if anybody is going to pay for it, it will be you!”
Hillary remained in the car making phone calls, while the driver went to see the owners of the farm.
After about an hour, the driver staggered back to the car, haggard, his clothes and hair in total disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, a Cuban cigar in the other, and sported a winning smile that showcased the smeared lipstick on his face.
Hillary Clinton asked, “What happened to you?”
“Well,” the driver replied, “the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters escorted me to their room in full view of the parents and had mind-blowing sex with me.
All I did was stepped inside the door and say, “I’m Hillary Clinton’s driver and I’ve just killed the old cow.'” The rest happened so fast I couldn’t stop