Things I trust more than I trust Hillary Clinton:
Mexican tap water.
Farting when I have diarrhea.
Having a drink offered by Bill Cosby.
Michael Jackson’s doctor.
Prince’s pharmacist.
Half-price gas station Sushi.
A Nazi plumber fixing my shower.
Prayers for peace from Al Sharpton.
Playing Russian Roulette with a semi-automatic pistol.
An investment email from a Nigerian prince.
A Ford Pinto with twenty extra jugs of gasoline in the back seat.
And finally – Bill Clinton at a Girl Scout convention.