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The Clinton’s were in a terrible plane crash and all three died.

When they got to heaven, they approached the Throne of God and God said to Chelsea, “Why should I let you into heaven?”

Chelsea answered, “I am the daughter of the President, a representative of all the children in America.”

God said, “Very well, you may sit on my right side.”

Then he said to Bill, “Why should I let you into heaven?”

Bill answered, “I am the President of the United States, a representative of all the people in America.” God said, “Very well, you may sit on my left side.”

Then he said to Hillary, “Why should I let you into heaven?”

Hillary answered, “I don’t know, but you’re in my seat!”

What did they find in Monica Lewinsky’s dress pocket?
A wad of Bill’s.

Q: Why is Clinton so interested in events in the Middle East?

A: He thinks the Gaza Strip is a topless bar.

Bill Clinton dies and goes to the pearly gates, where St.Peter asks him who he is and what he did. Bill replies, “I am Bill Clinton, and I was president of the United States!” St. Peter says, “Ok, I will take you to meet the Lord.” So they go to meet the Lord, who says “Who are you and what have you done?” Clinton replies, “I am Bill Clinton and I was president of the U.S.A.!” The Lord then says, “Come Bill, sit on my right hand.” Clinton then sits down to the right of the Lord, extremely happy.
Al Gore then dies and goes to the pearly gates, where St. Peter asks him who he is and what he did. Al replies much the same as Bill did, stating that he is Al Gore and was Vice-president of the US. St. Peter then takes him to meet the Lord, who offers Al the seat on his left side. Al accepts, and like Clinton, is ecstatic.
After a while, Hillary dies and gets to the gates. St. Peter asks who she is and what she did, to which she replies, “Hillary Rodham Clinton, wife of the president of the US.” Peter then takes her in to meet the Lord who repeats the question, “Who are you and what have you done?” Hillary replies, “I am Hillary Rodham Clinton, and you are in my seat!”

You’ve tried to argue that poverty could be abolished if people were allowed to keep more of their minimum wage.

You’ve ever referred to someone as “my (insert racial or ethnic minority here) friend.”

You’re a pro-lifer, but support the death penalty.

You’ve ever referred to the moral fiber of something.

You’ve ever uttered the phrase, “Why don’t we just bomb the sons of bitches.”

You’ve ever called a secretary or waitress “Honey.”

You don’t think “The Simpsons” is all that funny, but you watch it because that Flanders fellow makes a lot of sense.

You don’t let your kids watch Sesame Street because you accuse Bert and Ernie of “sexual deviance.”

You use any of these terms to describe your wife: Old ball and chain, little woman, old lady, tax credit…

You scream “Dit-dit-ditto” while making love.

You’ve argued that art has a “moral foundation set in Western values.”

You think Birkenstock was that radical rock concert in 1969.

You argue that you need 300 handguns, in case a bear ever attacks your home.

Vietnam makes a lot of sense to you.

You point to Hootie and the Blowfish as evidence of the end of racism in America.

You’ve ever said, “Clean air? Looks clean to me.”

You’ve ever referred to Anita Hill as a “lying bitch” while attending a Bob Packwood fund-raiser.

You spent MLK Day reading “The Bell Curve.”

You’ve ever called education a luxury.

You look down through a glass ceiling and chuckle.

You wonder if donations to the Pentagon are tax-deductable.

You own a vehicle with an “Ollie North: American Hero” sticker.

You’re afraid of the “liberal media.”

You ever based an argument on the phrase, “Well, tradition dictates….”

You’ve ever called the National Endowment for the Arts a bunch of pornographers.

You think all artists are gay.

You ever told a child that Oscar the Grouch “lives in a trash can because he is lazy and doesn’t want to contribute to society.”

You’ve ever urged someone to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, when they don’t even have shoes.



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