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The discerningly astute Revenoor sent this gem...

AN IOWA FARM STORY

Hilary Clinton and her driver were cruising home 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 aged cow was struck and killed. Hillary told her driver to go up
to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened.

She said that he should resist any request from the farmer to pay for
the animal, but she said, “You killed it, so if they have to have money,
it will come out of your pocket!” She stayed in the car making phone calls.

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 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.
I had 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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