Hillary Clinton went into a pet shop and found a
beautiful parrot. "Does this parrot talk?" she
asked.

"Yes, he does," the manager told her. "But 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 years in a
whore house and his language is foul."

"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 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 Hillary explained about the bird's history,
they too, laughed. After a while the President
entered the living quarters.

The parrot looked at him and said, "Hi, Bill!"