Hillary Clinton called Bill into her office one day and said, "Bill,
> I have a great idea. I know how we can win back middle America and
> secure my presidential victory in 2008". "Great, but how so you
> propose we go about that?", asked Bill. "Well", Hillary responds,
> "We'll go down to a local Wal-Mart, get some cheezy clothes and
> shoes like most middle Americans wear, and then we'll stop at the
> pound and pick up a Labrador . When we look the part we'll go to a
> nice old country bar in middle America , and we'll show them that
> we really enjoy the countryside and show admiration and respect for
> the hard working people living there." A few days later, all
> decked out and with the requisite Labrador at heel, they set off
> from New York in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at
> just the place they were looking for. With dog in tow they walk
> into the bar. They step up to the bar and the bartender takes a step
> back and says, "Aren't you Bill and Hillary Clinton?" Hillary
> answers, "Yes we are, and what a lovely town you have here. We were
> just passing through and Bill suggested that we stop and take in
> some local color." They then order a couple of cocktails from the
> bartender and proceed to drink them down, all the while chatting up
> a storm with anyone who would listen. The bar room door opens and
> a grizzled old farmer comes in. He walks up to the Labrador , lifts
> its tail and looks underneath, shrugs his shoulders and walks out
> the door. A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He
> walks up to the dog, lifts its tail, looks underneath, scratches his
> head, and then leaves the bar. Over the course of the next hour
> or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail,
> and went away looking puzzled. Eventually Hillary and Bill could
> stand it no longer and called the bartender over. 'Tell me", said
> Hillary, "Why did all those old farmers come in and look under the
> dog's tail like that? Is it some sort of old custom?" "Good Lord
> no", said the bartender, "It's just that someone has told them that
> there was a Labrador in here with two a**holes!
> I have a great idea. I know how we can win back middle America and
> secure my presidential victory in 2008". "Great, but how so you
> propose we go about that?", asked Bill. "Well", Hillary responds,
> "We'll go down to a local Wal-Mart, get some cheezy clothes and
> shoes like most middle Americans wear, and then we'll stop at the
> pound and pick up a Labrador . When we look the part we'll go to a
> nice old country bar in middle America , and we'll show them that
> we really enjoy the countryside and show admiration and respect for
> the hard working people living there." A few days later, all
> decked out and with the requisite Labrador at heel, they set off
> from New York in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at
> just the place they were looking for. With dog in tow they walk
> into the bar. They step up to the bar and the bartender takes a step
> back and says, "Aren't you Bill and Hillary Clinton?" Hillary
> answers, "Yes we are, and what a lovely town you have here. We were
> just passing through and Bill suggested that we stop and take in
> some local color." They then order a couple of cocktails from the
> bartender and proceed to drink them down, all the while chatting up
> a storm with anyone who would listen. The bar room door opens and
> a grizzled old farmer comes in. He walks up to the Labrador , lifts
> its tail and looks underneath, shrugs his shoulders and walks out
> the door. A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He
> walks up to the dog, lifts its tail, looks underneath, scratches his
> head, and then leaves the bar. Over the course of the next hour
> or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail,
> and went away looking puzzled. Eventually Hillary and Bill could
> stand it no longer and called the bartender over. 'Tell me", said
> Hillary, "Why did all those old farmers come in and look under the
> dog's tail like that? Is it some sort of old custom?" "Good Lord
> no", said the bartender, "It's just that someone has told them that
> there was a Labrador in here with two a**holes!