Hillary
stopped by unannounced at Chelsea's apartment.
She knocked on the door then immediately walked
in. She was shocked to see her daughter lying on
the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing,
and the aroma of perfume filled the room.
What
are you doing?" Hillary asked.
I'm
waiting for my boyfriend, Drew, to stop by,"
Chelsea answered.
"But
you're naked!" Hillary screeched.
"This
is my love dress," Chelsea explained.
"Love
dress? But you're naked!"
"Drew
loves me to wear this 'dress'," Chelsea
explained. "Every time he sees me dressed
like this, he instantly becomes romantic and
ravages me for hours."
Hillary
left, confused yet somewhat excited. When she got
home she undressed, showered, put on her best
perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD,
and laid on the couch waiting for her husband to
arrive.
Finally,
Bill came home, tired from a full day of
cavorting. He walked in and saw Hillary lying
there so provocatively.
"What
are you doing?" he asked.
"This
is my love dress," Hillary whispered,
sensually.
Not at
all aroused, Bill says, "Needs ironing.
What's for dinner?"
(Ed.
Note: The "First Family" again? We
think not.)