Hilary Clinton goes into a pet shop looking for a parrot and
says to the manager, "Does this parrot talk?"
The shop owner answers, "Yes, he does."
Hillary says, "But why is this one only $50 and all the others
"Well, ma'am," the manager told her, "not everyone would want
to own this parrot. It spent many years in a whore house and
it's language is terrible."
"Well, I want it anyway," she said.
"Suit yourself," the manager shrugged.
When she got the parrot back to the White House, she
uncovered the parrot's 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."
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 at him.
A few minutes later the President entered the living quarters.
The parrot looked up from its feeder and said "Hi Bill."