It's All In How You Say It . . .
Nancy Pelosi was touring the countryside in a chauffeur-driven car. Suddenly, a cow jumps out into the road, they hit it full on, and the car comes to a stop.
Nancy, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur, "You get out and check - you were driving."
The chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is dead but it was old.
"You were driving; go and tell the farmer." says Nancy.
Two hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair ruffled with a big grin on his face.
"My God, what happened to you?" asks Nancy.
The chauffeur replies, "When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of Scotch Whisky, the wife cooked me a great meal and the daughter made love to me."
"What on earth did you say?" asks Nancy.
I just knocked on the door and when it was answered I said to them, "I'm Nancy Pelosi's chauffeur, and I've just killed the old cow."
Thanks Verlyn. That's the funniest thing I've read this week. (January 28, 2010)
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