Hillary Clinton went into a pet shop and found a beautiful, colorful parrot. “Does this parrot talk?” she asked. “Yes, he does,” the salesperson told her. “But why is this one only $50 and all the others are $500?” she asked. “Well, ma’am,” the salesperson told her, “not everyone would want to own this parrot. He spent many years in a whorehouse, and his language is terrible.”
“Well, I want him,” she said. “Suit your self,” the salesperson shrugged. When she got the parrot back home, 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.” Hillary laughed.
Soon Chelsea and a friend came in and began admiring the bird. “New house, new whores,” the parrot observed. At first they were offended, but when Hilary explained about the bird’s history, they too, laughed at him.
A few minutes later, Bill Clinton entered the room. The parrot looked up from his feeder and said, “Hi, Bill.”
