Well, we may as well laugh. Before we slit our wrists.

A young man down on his luck was hitch-hiking through New England. A well-dressed man driving a Lincoln pulled up, lowered the passenger side window, and asked, “Do you vote Republican or Democrat?”

“Democrat,” said the hitch-hiker. And the Lincoln sped off in a cloud of dust.

The next car that pulled up was a Mercedes and the same question was asked. Once again the driver sped away, leaving him beside the road.

The man plodded on until a beautiful woman stopped her Mustang GT and, predictably, asked about his politics.

In desperation the young man said, “I’m a Republican.”

The woman welcomed him aboard, and they sped off down the road.

She was gorgeous. She had the face of a goddess, eyes the color of the sea on a sunny day, golden hair, and legs so beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off them as her feet moved on the pedals.

They hadn’t gone very far when he said, “Stop the car. I want to walk.”

“Why?” she asked.

The man replied,
“I’ve been a Republican for ten minutes and already I want to screw somebody.”