One day, on a drive in the countryside with Ann Coulter......

[DFW]

Ann Coulter is being chauffeuered through a rural part of Connecticut. Her driver floors it.

Suddenly an aging cow crosses the road, and it is too late to avoid the collision. The cow hasn't a chance and is killed instantly.

Coulter tells her driver to go to the farmhouse they see not too far away, explain whose driver he was,
apologize, and see if they'll take some money not to make a fuss.

After three hours, her driver comes back, a bit wobbly on his legs, clothes disheveled, and carrying two bottles of expensive champagne.

Coulter, boiling with impatient rage, is dumbstruck at her driver's appearance. She demands to know what happened. Her driver says that he had been wined and dined by the farmer and his wife, and that his two daughters had taken him upstairs to their bedroom and shown him a rollicking good time. As a parting gift, they had given him two of their best bottles from their cellar. Positively amazed, Coulter asked just exactly how he had explained the accident to get such treatment.

He commented, "All I said is what you told me to: that I was Ann Coulter's driver, and that I had just killed the old cow."

[HopeHoops]

1. WOO HOO!

Five star joke!

:bounce: :toast: :party: :smoke: :beer: :thumbsup: :fistbump: :headbang: :yourock: :woohoo: :rofl: :patriot:

[DFW]

2. Confession to make:

I translated it from the French. A friend in Paris sent it to about a French politician I had never heard of.

I made the necessary adjustments.

Still, it fits pretty well with Coulter, doesn't it?