Here is my nasty Clinton joke for the week-end:
Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua.
But on each run, he happened to jog past a hooker standing on
the same street corner, day after day.
With some apprehension he would brace himself as he approached
her for what was most certainly to follow. “Fifty dollars!”
she would shout from the curb. “No. Five dollars!” fired back
Clinton. This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for
days. He’d run by. She’d holler, “Fifty dollars!” He’d yell
back, “Five dollars!”
One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany
her husband on his jog. As the jogging couple neared the
problematic street corner, Bill realized the “pro” would bark
her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder what Bill had been
really doing on all his past outings. He realized he should
have a darn good explanation for the junior Senator.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the
corner, Bill became even more apprehensive than usual. Sure
enough, there was the hooker where she always stood. Bill tried
to evade the prostitute’s eyes as she watched the pair jog
Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled, “See what you get
for five bucks!”
See, Hesiod? Republicans do have a sense of humor.