Nancy’s Driver

The limo was speeding down the highway. It was just past dusk. Suddenly, a cow rambled onto the road. The car hit it broadside and came to a stop.



Nancy, in her usual charming manner, said to the chauffeur, “You get out and check. You were driving.”‚Ä®‚Ä®

So the chauffeur got out, checked, and reported that the animal was dead but assured her it was an old cow.

‚Ä®‚Ä®”You were driving, so you go and tell the farmer,” said Nancy.

The chauffeur climbed out of the car and walked down the long farm lane. Two hours later the chauffeur returned, totally plastered, hair ruffled, with a big grin on his face.



“My God, what happened to you?” asked Nancy.‚Ä®

The chauffeur replied, “When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of malt whiskey, the wife gave me a slap-up meal and the daughter made mad passionate love to me.”

‚Ä®‚Ä®”What on earth did you say?” asks Nancy.‚Ä®‚Ä®

“I just knocked on the door, and when it opened I said to them, I’m Nancy Pelosi’s chauffeur, and I’ve just killed the old cow.”

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