Hillary Clinton went into a pet shop and found a beautiful, colorful
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 many years in a whore house and his language is terrible.

"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 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 Hillary explained about the
bird's
history,
they too, laughed at him.

After a while the President entered the living quarters.

"Hi, Bill!"