Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua.
But on each run, he happened
to jog past a hooker standing
on the same street corner, day
after day. With some
apprehension he would brace
himself as he
approached her for what was most certainly to follow.
"Fifty dollars!" she would shout from the curb.
"No. Five
dollars!" fired back Clinton. This ritual between
Bill and the hooker
continued for days. He'd run by. She'd
holler, "Fifty
dollars!" He'd yell back, "Five dollars!"
One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to
accompany her husband on his
jog. As the jogging couple
neared the problematic
street corner, Bill
realized the "pro" would bark her $50 offer and Hillary
would wonder what Bill had
been really doing on all
his past outings.
He realized he should have a darn good explanation
for the junior Senator.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the
corner, Bill became even
more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the
hooker where she always
stood. Bill tried to evade
the prostitute's eyes as she
watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled, "See what
you get for five bucks!"
