Bill Clinton was driving past the White House when he accidentally ran over the Obama’s dog, Sunny, crushing it flat as a pancake.
He climbed out of his Rolls and sat down on the grass totally distraught.
He knew Michelle would go ballistic.
Then he noticed a lamp half-buried in the ground. He dug it up, brushed it off and immediately a genie popped out.
“You have freed me from thousands of years of imprisonment,” said the genie. “As a reward I shall grant you one wish.”
“Well,” said Bill, “I have all the material things I need, but let me show you this damned dog over here.”
They walk over to the splattered remains of Sunny. “Is there any way you could bring this dog back to life for me?” Bill asked.
The genie looked at the remains and shook his head. “This dog is too far gone for even ME to bring it back to life. Maybe there’s something else you’d like?”
Bill thought for a minute, reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. “I had an affair with this beautiful young girl named Monica,” said Bill, showing the genie the first photo.
“But I’m actually married to THIS woman named Hillary,” as he showed the genie the second photo. “You see, Hillary isn't beautiful at all, so do you think you can make her look like Monica?”
The genie looked at the two photographs for a few seconds and said, “Mmmmmm … Let me take another look at that dog.”
