Bill Clinton is jogging around the manicured jogging paths of Washington, DC when he notices a pretty prostitute shopping her wares at one of the rest areas.
Clinton slows his pace to give the woman another once-over, considering the offer, but decided to negotiate and yells back, “How about five?”
The prostitute, insulted and disgusted at his cheapness, especially after all those years in the White House when all he did was spend, waves him off.
Clinton shrugged, bit his lip, shrugged his shoulders and jogged away.
A few days later, Clinton went out jogging again and decided to take the same path as before. Low and behold he comes to the same rest area and there’s the same pretty prostitute hawking her wares.
Again, she shouts, “Hey, Bill! Fifty dollars!” refusing to come down in price from the days before.
Not slowing down this time Clinton again replied, “How about five?”
The prostitute rolls her eyes and turns away. Again Clinton shrugs his shoulders, bites his lip and continues down the jogging path.
About a week later, Bill decides to go jogging again only this time, Hillary, skeptical of his story that he was always going jogging, decides to go with him.
Bill takes Hillary down the same manicured path he had been taking and what do you know, the same prostitute is at the same rest area.
As they approach, Hillary sees the pretty prostitute and shoots a glare at Bill. Bill, his eyes shifting back and forth between the prostitute and Hillary begins to get a little nervous.
But the prostitute looks on at the obviously uncomfortable situation and starts to laugh. As Hillary starts hitting Bill, the prostitute says, “See what you get for five dollars?”