The Clintons took a break and went to Camp David for 10 days. While away, George Stephanapolis cared for the First Parrot. The pet parrot is not public knowledge because it has a fowl mouth. (Yes, that pun was certainly intended). George got irked with it for making fun of him, and accidently killed it in a fit of childish anger. Worried at what he had done, he went to buy another parrot.
He search all of the DC metro area for another parrot that looked like the first one. After two days, he finally found a dead ringer that wasn't dead. Unfortunately, the pet store owner ran a brothel upstairs and would let the parrot sit on the shoulder of the bouncer when he greeted his guests.
Undeterred (and facing a deadline) George paid a high price for the bird and returned to the White House.
When Chelsea got back from Camp David, she said "Hi Polly" to the bird.
The bird said, "Too Young. Too Young."
Hillary said, "Hello Polly" to the bird. It said, "Too old. Too old."
Bill walked in and said, "Hi, Bird." The bird said, "Hi, Bill."
President Clinton and the Pope died on the same day, and due to an administrative foul up, Clinton was sent to heaven and the Pope gets sent to hеll.
The Pope explained the situation to the devil, he checked out all of the paperwork and the error was acknowledged. The Pope was told, however, that it would take about 24 hours to fix the problem and correct the error [they don't have UNIX in hеll, only Windoze].

The next day, the Pope was called in and the devil said his good-bye as he went off to heaven. On his way up, he met Clinton who was on his way down, and they stop to chat.

Pope: Sorry about the mix up. President Clinton: No problem. Pope: Well, I'm really excited about going to heaven. President Clinton: Why's that? Pope: All my life I've wanted to meet the Virgin Mary. President Clinton: You're a day late.