Suddenly, a steer runs out onto the road, and a limo driving late at
night, hits it head on, and the car comes to a stop. The man in the
back seat, in his usual abrasive manner, says to the Chauffeur, "You
get out and check on that poor steer. You were driving."
So the chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is
dead, but it appeared to be very old. Well, says the man, "You were
driving, so you go and tell the farmer in that lighted farmhouse over
there."
Two hours later the chauffeur returns totally inebriated, a full
belly, his hair ruffled, and a big grin on his face.
"My God, what happened to you?" asks the nasty man.
The chauffeur replies, "When I got there, the farmer opened his best
bottle of single malt scotch, the wife gave me a meal fit for a king,
and the daughter made love to me."
"What on earth did you say?" asks the man.
Well, I just knocked on the door, and when it opened, I said to them,
"I'm Donald Trump's chauffeur, and I've just killed the old steer."
night, hits it head on, and the car comes to a stop. The man in the
back seat, in his usual abrasive manner, says to the Chauffeur, "You
get out and check on that poor steer. You were driving."
So the chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is
dead, but it appeared to be very old. Well, says the man, "You were
driving, so you go and tell the farmer in that lighted farmhouse over
there."
Two hours later the chauffeur returns totally inebriated, a full
belly, his hair ruffled, and a big grin on his face.
"My God, what happened to you?" asks the nasty man.
The chauffeur replies, "When I got there, the farmer opened his best
bottle of single malt scotch, the wife gave me a meal fit for a king,
and the daughter made love to me."
"What on earth did you say?" asks the man.
Well, I just knocked on the door, and when it opened, I said to them,
"I'm Donald Trump's chauffeur, and I've just killed the old steer."
