Bill and Hillary

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 do 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. 
  
All
of a sudden, 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, “Its just that someone has told them that there was a Labrador in here with two assholes!” 
  
IS THIS A GREAT COUNTRY, OR WHAT?