During a recent publicity outing, Hillary sneaked off to visit a
fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room,
peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare
yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and
horrible death this year." Visibly shaken, Hillary stared at the
woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down
at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She
simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her
voice, and asked her question: "Will I be acquitted?"




Even with all the hate flying back and forth between Bill and
Monica, the other day he found it in himself to say something nice
about her. He said she had the nicest set of teeth he'd ever come
across.

--- PPoint 1.88