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Subject: The Limitations of Statues
The Limitations of Statues
Bill was not having a relationship with an intern when he heard Hillary 
opening the door to the residence.  
"Hurry!" he said, "stand in that corner."
He quickly rubbed baby oil all over her and then dusted her with talcum 
powder.
"Don't move until I tell you to," he whispered.  "Just pretend you're a 
statue."
"What's this, honey?" Hillary asked as she entered the room.
"It's from Italy," Bill replied nonchalantly, "a gift from their ambassador.  
We had to put it in here so he wouldn't be insulted."
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went 
to sleep.  Around two in the morning Hillary got out of bed, went to the 
kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.
"Here," she said to the 'statue.'  "Eat something.  The last one stood there 
like an idiot for three days and he never offered her as much as a glass of  
water!"
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