Hillary went into a pet shop and found a beautiful, colorful parrot.

"Does this parrot talk?" she asked. "Yes, he does," the manager told her. "But why is this one only $50 and all the others are $500?" she   asked.

"Well, ma'am," the manager told her, "not everyone would want to own this parrot. He spent many years in a whore house and his language is terrible."

"Well, I want him," she said. "Suit yourself," the manager shrugged.

When she got the parrot back to the White House, she uncovered his cage and admired the colorful bird. The parrot tilted his head to one side, looked her straight in the eye and said, "New house, new madam."

Hillary laughed. Soon Chelsea and a friend came in and began admiring the bird. "New house, new ladies of the night," the parrot observed.

At first they were offended, but when Hillary explained about the bird's history, they too, laughed at him.

A few minutes later the President entered the living quarters.

The parrot looked up from his feeder and said "Hi Bill!"