Hillary and her chauffeur are driving through the countryside when suddenly an old cow runs out into the road and they collide. The chauffeur gets out and looks at the now very dead cow.
“I’m going to walk over to the farmhouse and tell them about their cow, this shouldn’t take but a few minutes.” He calls into the back seat. She just waves him away, and off he goes.
An hour later he comes back, his clothes disheveled, covered in lipstick and carrying a glass full of champagne, looking somewhat the worse for wear. Hillary is less than pleased. “And just where have you been?” She looks down her nose at her half drunk chauffeur. “Well,” he said, “I knocked on the door, introduced myself and told them that I am Hillary Clinton’s chauffeur and I’ve just killed the old cow. The next thing I know the old man’s giving me a cigar, his wife’s filling a glass of champagne and his daughter is covering me with kisses, what could I do but enjoy the hospitality?”
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