I killed the old cow

[Ithaca 37]

Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road one
>>evening when an ancient cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried
>>to
>>avoid it but couldn't - the aged bovine was struck and killed.
>>
>>Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the
>>owners
>>what had 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,
>>a rare, 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!"
>>
>>"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary.
>>
>>The driver replied, "I just stepped inside the door and said, "I'm Hillary
>>Clintons driver and I've just killed the old cow. The rest happened so
>>fast
>>I couldn't stop it."