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."