Hillary Clinton went into a pet shop and found a beautiful,
colorful parrot.
"Does this parrot talk?" she asked.
"Yes, he does," the manager told her.
"So why is this one only $50 and all the others are $500?"
she asked.
"Well, ma'am," the manager told her, "not everyone would want
to own this parrot. He spent many years in a whore house and
his language is terrible."
"Well, I want him," she said.
"Suit yourself," the manager shrugged.
When she got the parrot back to the White House, she
uncovered his cage and admired the colorful bird. The parrot
tilted his head to one side, looked her straight in the eye
and said, "New house, new madam."
Hilary laughed.
Soon Chelsea and a friend came in and began admiring the
bird.
"New house, new whores," the parrot observed.
At first the girls were offended, but when Hilary explained
about the bird's history, Chelsea, too, laughed at him.
A few minutes later the President entered the living
quarters.
The parrot looked up from his feeder and said casually, "Hi,
Bill!"
     
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