The chauffeur and his client, Hillary, are driving through a rural area. Without warning, a cow steps into the road, and is hit by the limo.
Hillary, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur, “You get out and check. After all, you were driving.”
So the chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is indeed dead, but that it was so old that it may have just died from fright or advanced age.
“You were driving, so you go and tell the farmer,” says Hillary. Two hours later the chauffeur returns totally plastered, his hair ruffled, and sporting a big grin on his face.
“My God, what happened to you?” asks Hillary.
The chauffeur replies, “When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of malt whiskey, the wife fed me a terrific meal and the daughter made mad, passionate love to me.”
“Well, that doesn’t make any sense at all!” remarks Hillary. “What on earth did you say to them?”
“I just knocked on the door and when it opened I said to them, ‘Hi, I’m Hillary Clinton’s chauffeur, and I’ve just killed the old cow!'”
